A shot of me after i got my bike back from the repair man. sort of.

Well, my bike (Petuna) is better now. I called up a friend of a friend who runs a bike repair shop...on wheels. He comes to your house and then swings open the back of his what-seems-to-be-converted-icecream-truck and mounts your injured bike inside. And he's cheap too! Kinks Bikes is the name of his company. I wanted to tip him but he refused! What a guy. He drove 25 miles from Brownsville down to Eugene just for my bike. He got to have a cupcake that was leftover from my roomate's bake sale products (for the UO club swim team). And now my bike is ready to go. And it's looking like the rain might hold off a bit this week too! Por favor! And I am proud to say that I matched the number of friends of my roomate with the number of friends of mine at a wine and cheese gathering held here last night. Its good to be around people. Too much practice = too much practice (not enough LIFE).