bike to the beach

Friday night consisted of mostly relaxing, I think. After completing my last delivery of the day, I took the train back to Oakland and rode straigt to my house where I met up with Al. Since I didn't get off work in time to stop by the bike shop, I had sent him to pick up a new chain and a front break for the 80 mile ride we were about to embark on. I took a shower, drank a bunch of water, and added the new parts to my bicycle. Afterwards, I went to Anna's house where I watched a movie and spent the night. We also did a little bit of grocery shopping.

The next morning, I got up early around 7am and had a bowl of oatmeal and a bannana. I was back at my house before 7:30

Al and I left on our ride to Santa Cruz around 8 something.

lock yo bike up dood

Yesterday, I almost got arrested on bart. I was also almost hit by an angry lady in a mecredes. I provoked some of her anger, but she was still way out of control. The last and first thing that I heard come out was though her the drivers side window of her car. "Small dick mother fucker" She also held the horn while driving within feet of my back tire for two long city blocks on Mission Street. Yeah.

On Sunday, I shaved off my mustache. Blah.