The Keys 2

I awoke on Sunday morning with a wonderfully raging hangover as to be expected. My new pal Dean and I decided to go for breakfast and went to Denny's (which has spectacular breakfast deals). In a wonderful paradox, my main course of pancakes cost me two bucks yet a side order of bacon cost me 3.50....the first time I have ever witnessed a side order being a greater cost than the main meal. Wild. Afterwards, I decided to bust out my bike. The previous morning I had made the trek to a local bikeshop and bought a lock so now I was set to explore the island via cycle. WHat a great idea to bring a bike. It made the island much more accessible. I followed the perimeter of the island on the south side on Roosevelt, which is essentially an oceanview drive. It was spectacular. Except my trip was cut short halfway when bike issues forced me to u-turn and head back. The back wheel was warping because a pair of rear-bike wires were broken, thus allowing the frame of the wheel to warp out of shape. The tire was rubbing against the kickstand and looked like it could potentially cause an air leak. I figured I would use a car tire allen-wrench and take the kickstand off, but upon returning to my car, I discovered the sizes did not match. So I removed on of my patented wrist elastics and jimmied the kickstand in a way that kept it from rubbing against the wheel. This solution allowed me to use the bike the remainder of the trip. Damn, it felt good to be a gangsta.