Like father like son

While Kate was in the maritimes visiting my folks my father was doing some spring cleaning and decided to take the trailor to the dump full of garbage. The trailor had a flat though, no big deal just fill it up and it will most likely last the trip. Kate laughed at him and told him that I would do the same thing with my bike. Dont fix it just pump it up and expect it to last. So yesterday after pumping up my third flat of the season I biked to work. It held fine, no problems, just smooth shreddin'. After work, I step out into the rain and discover the flat is flatter than a teen joke about a flat chested girl. Im pissed, Im wet, Im tired and Im ridding this bike home of the rim. It rode better than expected but made a lot of noise, I woke up all the bums I passed on St-Laurent. Im contemplating getting some expanding foam and shooting the tire full so I never have to change a flat again, plus I can squirt it into the ears of my friends when they pass out at parties.

Sidenote of the week. Sunset Rubdown, Spencer Krug of Wolf Parade debut solo project is well worth then $0.43 it will cost to download it. Resonates with the wolf but more lo fi. Second album worth checking out is The Raconteurs with Jack White and Brendon Benson reciprocatingly writting wicked blues rock anthems. Benson, for all those ignorant of the real 90s genius wrote One Mississippi, one of the best album of that decade.

If anyone sees Oprah this week, tell her shes fat.