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Bikes: I spent too much money at Bayou Bicycles this weekend, but it was on stuff I need so I don’t feel bad about it – a pump, patch kit, tire levers, and a few tools. I’m still trying to bring this Dunelt frame back to life. I stripped and painted it a pretty shade of blue over the weekend, now I need to make some decals. I bought 700×23 tires for it today then got home and realized my tubes are for 18-20 so I have to inflate it a bit over the limit. I should really get a new front wheel too, but I can’t with this check. I may just use the front wheel off the Fuji that I got from Freecycle for Dan since I doubt he’ll be using it any time soon. The front wheel from Van Dessel is $70. That will have to wait until next check. I was going to get a new fork, but I got the good folks at Bayou to spread the one I had to fit a modern wheel. That should hold me over for a while. Now I just need a quill stem that fits both the headset and the bullhorns I got and I’ll be all set. Yay.

Boredom: It doesn’t look like the bike thing is another passing distraction. After the VW, the Defender Cocktail, and BBS I’m glad I’ve found something I enjoy that doesn’t feel forced or somehow doomed to left dangling in the wind due to financial constraints. It is, however, a distraction from parts of my life that are feeling forced right now.

As personal and professional apathy sets in, it’s nice to be able to hop on the bike and ride.

Well, Ivan barely grazed the New Orleans area. It’s pretty windy and that’s about it. No rain, no flooding, not a singlestreet turned into a toxic brew of raw sewage, gas and chemicals.

A big assed tree fell in Kay’s big yard and that was pretty scary. Oh, and then bees swarmed out the center of the tree, flew into my sister’s hair and she screamed so loud her neighbors in the NEXT BLOCK came by to see who was being disemboweled in the back yard. Unfortunately I didn’t see the whole thing because I paniced and ran in the bathroom as soon as I heard her say, at the top of her lungs, “FUCKING CHRIST, THEY’RE FLYING IN THE HOUSE!! MY HAIR!!! THEY’RE IN MY FUCKING HAIR!!!”

So yeah, that’s the way us Macalusos throw a hurricane party. Oreos, Mamosas, and swarms of bees.