Two flat tires and some broken bones at the bus stop
SAN ANTONIO — Today I was riding toward downtown – partially riding nowhere and partially doing reconnaissance for a route to Stacey’s place. I found an easy and fast way to get around the 410 Loop (one of the loop expressways that circle San Antonio) and onto the road into town, Commerce Street. As I was making my way down Commerce not far from where the crappy area – lined with fast food joints, questionable bars (many in a row) dilapidated houses – becomes downtown, I heard the sound of something I had run over clink off of the frame. It was a large, rusty nail that embedded itself diagonally into my rear tire, firmly right up to the head of the nail. That was a once in a lifetime thing to happen …
I stopped to change the tube and drink some water. I was in a full sprint (NYC messenger style) for some time before that and I was sweating in the 96 degree sun. With some effort I pulled the nail out Read more 
I had this crazy dream the other night
I had this crazy dream the other night.
I was hanging out with Jaime Hyneman and we were in some remote place in the mountains somewhere. It was in the Appalachian mountains during either early autumn or late spring. In the dream the date and location never come up nor does the reason for us being there. It was very green but rocky and steep and some sort of violent storm was over us.
I had a custom made Tilley hat. It was bright yellow like the Gore-Tex Packlite Read more
