Luck

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Ok, now on to my point.

I don’t care if you’re religious, I don’t care whom you pray to, and I definitely don’t think we should start a war because of it. Whether it’s Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Zeus I know lately someone out there somewhere is laughing on me. It all started about two months ago when I was hanging out around the house before a ride talking to my roommate Ron Jensen aka the Bad Luck Fairy (Think *** from the monsters mixed with Tinkerbelle sporting some sweet cyclist tan lines).  So the conversation started something like this: “wow Ron, I’ve really been surprised by these tires they’re pretty grippy and amazingly I haven’t had any flats yet.” “Oh man Evan, you’re in for it now.” In general I’m not a very superstitious person so I didn’t think a whole lot of the conversation so at this point it was still fairly funny.

Fast-forward 2 hours into my ride as I just turned around at the furthest distance from my house in Saddle Brook Hill, a good 40 miles a way. Suddenly as I’m cruising back home a nice 3” dry wall screw enters the top of my tire and exits out of the sidewall tearing a huge hole in my tire and rendering it useless. Queue Evan cursing for incessantly. So I pulled off the road and waited an hour for someone from work to bring me a new tire, tube, and floor pump. Oley, if you’re reading this you were like a beam of light in an otherwise dark world that day.

And this has happened a few times lately. The first day out on my new bike I was talking to Ron in the garage that morning about the bike and then no more then 15 minutes into my ride I blew out the Kevlar bead of an almost new $50 tire and once again sat on the side of the road waiting. This time Ron paid for it though since he was the lucky one to come bring me a new tire.

And the rant from today’s ride.
I started out the ride with an hour on my trainer and while my boredom began to set in the weather seemed to get better. Finally I decided to finish my ride outside so I went back in the house to put some warm clothes on. I swear I was gone for no more then 5 minutes yet when I came back to the garage it had begun raining (not sprinkling but raining). Ok, no problem, so I go back into the house to put on more waterproof clothes. And again, I came back 5 minutes later the clouds were gone and it wasn’t raining anymore. Maybe I’m making a big deal over nothing but it’s a pretty obnoxious way to start a ride and I just cant help this feeling that someone up above is laughing their ass off as I waste time.