Summers Over

Everyday I wake up to the sound of the local elementary school bell, cars roaring through Normandie Ave, kids screaming and the garbageman. Although summer is over it's still hot as hell. I leave my house around 8 to continue my education. It's become a tradition to smoke a menthol and ride my bike to school. Irony. Night time riding is dying down. The Bike Angeles week sucked besides C.R.A.N.K.MAS. This weekend was at a standstill too. Nothing to do besides play Fallout 3 and I passed that in less than 24 hours. My horse head has arrived so has a Unicorn head that Big Boss decided to order for Halloween. Yeah, Summer is officially over.

The Indian Summer begins.

Today is the last day of Summer. 90 days of beaches filled with beautiful women, birds chirping, late night parties, reckless bicycle riding and the occasional 100 degree LA weather. I spent my summer with a lil bit of school and late night bicycle rides. Not only that, I've spent a shit load of time at the Bat Cave (Santos' casa) and out on the streets with Santos, Kevin, Eddie, Nena, and others. I reflect back to last summer and wonder why I was so stupid to hide myself from the liberties i had in the palm of my hands. I guess being all depressed took its toll. This year basically made up for everything last year. I spent a good day with my mom at Tour De Fat, something I couldn't do last year. I made a ton of new friends. I got in shape. I started working out and the past few weeks I've spent it with a beautiful womyn at my side. Hopefully next summer turns our to be even better. Goodnight.

My Second MNR.

Finally shaved my legs. Literally took me an hour. But it payed off today. Shaved legs and Lycra feel fucking awesome. Now I understand why the pros do it. I was supposed to go to Cyclones with Eddie, Santos, and George but George lagged it and we ended doing Monday Night Rehab. So you got 4 guys in full lycra at a chill paced ride. It was a fun ride. George got a flat but we fixed it but at the final stop I was told that there was a race. Now, having the team together I was like fuck yeah let's do this! The plan was to paceline all the way to the end. We headed to the start with the ride and it was about 50 or so people ready to race. I was honestly nervous. Having to do 6 miles fast as hell plus there were lights on the way. So everyone was ready. The moment was coming and I literally felt my legs begin to twitch. Osnap then counts us down and we are off. Literally, almost all of the ride took off. It was Santos, Me, George and Eddie. Santos and I riding road and Eddie and George riding fixed. We knew those who sprinted were fucked so we started off normal and then began the chase. The pack was getting cut from 50 to about 30 or less. I kept passing people like nothing. The kids on their fixed gears were winded besides the ones that rode in races and fast rides. Slowly we passed the middle pack and headed to the top. It was Nick and Ty leading it followed by George and some kids on their fixed gears that looked like they were dying. About a mile and a half in we encounter our first light. Ty screams out be careful and we run the red. A blue pickup truck comes flying from the right and nearly misses Ty by inches. I go around it and George had to take the Orange line busway in order to keep up and not lose track of us. The group was cut. I knew this was the moment to stay with the lead. It was now Nick and me leading the pack followed by Santos, Ty, Byron, Eddie, George (on the busway)  and a couple of others. The pack of 30 was down to about 10 of us, hauling ass down Chandler and leading the fast pack by about half a mile. George cuts in from the busway almost nailing Santos but we then began the paceline once more. I dropped back and let Ty and Nick lead. Now being 8 of us we slowly start coming back to the ride meetup. I do the stupidest shit ever. I begin to sprint early because I thought the end of the race was at the park and not the station. As soon as this happens Ty and Nick take off right behind me kinda like a slingshot. I was like damn in my head. I roll into the station with urge to cough but I was happy as hell. The fast packed ended up with only 8 of us.
1. Ty
2.Nick
3.Byron
4.Eddie
5.Santos
6.George
7.Me 8.
Guy with leader.
 6 miles in less than 10 minutes. What a fun ending.

On Ave 28 to Footies.

When I was 11 years old I had my first bicycle. It was given to me for Christmas by my mom's boss. I don't remember the brand but I remember it being a red mountain bike. The first time I got on it I was scared. Falling to the side. Loosing my balance. I slowly got the hang of it. I rode by myself for awhile. My apartment's parking lot was the only place I would be so I started riding there almost every single day. After awhile, my neighbors joined me. We would have small races. 10 laps. 15 laps. I learned how to bunny hop in less then a year. I once jammed my two feet in the front wheel thinking nothing would happen, and that became my first face-plant. That was 9 years ago. Riding on Ave 28 made me remember this. I sprinted through the green light with a sharp left turn like I used to in my parking lot. I felt the little kid in me smile.

Smiles and Jealousy.

I had recently gone to the valley the past couple of weeks to visit a friend of mine. A girl older than me that I met at during a bicycle ride. The first time I went over we talked about her ex. She made me some food. We watched movies and ate ice cream. It felt really romantic although we weren't doing anything. I left but I felt like I should have told her that I liked her. The following week I visited her again. We made breakfast and watched another movie. She was really sleepy because she had stayed awake all night. During the movie I told her. "I like you". She responded "I like you too". I proceeded " No, I really really like you". There was silence and a smile. We turned off the movie. She wanted to sleep. She kept tossing and turning and so did I. She couldn't sleep. I looked at her and kissed her. We began kissing passionately. Shirts came off, so on and so forth. There was a moment though, where I felt something. We looked at each other sweating heavily and smiled. We didn't have nothing to laugh about but we did. Her freckles under the sun looked so beautiful. It was like I was staring down on a Greek Goddess, mesmerized by a curse of beauty. Afterwards, we slept for about an hour. We talked, her friends came over. I stayed in the room finishing the movie. It was kinda awkward. In the night we both had to leave. We took the metro home and were smiling like little kids the whole time. My stop was coming up. I asked her what was going to become of us but I got no response. We didn't know an answer so I told her to talk about it later on. I kissed her and I got off. I came home with an urge to say something. Like I actually felt feelings towards someone in my life again. We texted each other but the subject never came up. Two weeks later, I saw her with her ex-boyfriend. Some tall scrawny kid that kinda looks like me but with what my friend says, "una cara de pendejo". A little bit of jealousy stepped in but I didn't care. The tecate and cigarette was distracting me. She left with him and I stayed drinking but I had her in mind the whole time. Slowly, we kinda quit talking. For once in my life I feel used. I feel like there was nothing there for her but for me I felt a bond. I think it's karma for all the things I've done. Hopefully someday I'll find another her, but better.