Amusement, Hate, Love, Cycling
Yesterday was the day. After about eight or nine months I finally decided to drive a little round with one of my bikes.
I said to myself: 'No, you woun't go that fast
[German-Mode on]
du weist doch, dass du nach ein Paar Kilometern total im Arsch sein wirst.'
Und so war es dann auch. Ich rollte also los, vorher noch kurz ein wenig Luft in die Slicks gehaucht und etwas Öl auf die Kette, die ohnehin schon vor Dreck stand - aber egal. Kilometer eins war wirklich locker ich dachte mir ich werd eine ganz entspannte Straßenrunde drehen - vielleicht mit einem fünfundzwanziger Schnitt - nichts Bewegendes.
Wie es aber immer so ist, dafür kenne ich mich zu gut, sticht einen nach der ersten kleinen Senke, die einen mit gefühlten Mach 5 dahinrollen lässt, der Hafer und man möchte weiter diese Briese im Gesicht spüren. So erfuhr ich es dann auch wieder und Schwupp wurde nicht mehr locker mit 25-28 km/h dahingeglitten sondern mit 28-35...
Mir war zwar irgendwie klar, dass ich das bei meinem Radel-Defizit nicht lange mitmache, aber irgendwie wollten Kopf und Beine das nicht so wahr haben. Kilometer 6 zeigte mir einen 29,8-er Schnitt an und ich wusste nun auch endlich warum ich so eine verdammt lange Zunge hatte. Schluck aus der Flasche und ausrollen lassen. Der Akku war erstmal recht leer und zwei langgezogene (für Potsdamer Vehältnisse) Anstiege warteten noch auf mich.
Kurzfassung - ich war im Arsch.
Am Ende hieß es dann (Bitte nicht über die Zahlen aufregen, falls sie keinen Sinn ergeben. Ich versuche mich gerade zu erinnern und das ist echt schwer):
24km, 42 km/h Top, 0:52:00 Std. (oder so) und ein 27-er Schnitt.
Ich beschloss mich in den ersten Park zu hauen, den ich finden konnte und dann die letzten zwei Kilometer nach Hause entspannt auszurollen. In Anbetracht der Tatsache, dass ich eine Ewigkeit nicht Rad gefahren bin, war ich recht zufrieden.
[German-Mode off]
Another thing that happened yesterday, was the fact I had a notification in my mailbox which said, that some parcel arrived for me. Ok, my W-LAN Router...
Out of the box it seemed to work pretty fine and it seemed that there woun't be any installation-problems. After about two hours I decided to quit. I was not able to go online. I had wireless LAN access, the cable-LAN-thingy worked as well, the only thing was I couldn't go online with this freakin' piece o' shit.
I'll try my best to fix this problem today, thought I already decided yesterday to lean back in some park for an hour after work, just to get a little tan.
A blog-post in my blog is not a blog-post in my blog, if I wouldn't complain about anything or act a little 'sissyish'.
Ok!
comlain = done
make people who read this blog say: 'Oh no, not this again!' = to follow immediately
As we all know life is a bitch and sometimes she kills you (I still do not know where I got this quote from, but who cares it sounds funny.)
Gals, just remember the time you could say of yourself that you fell in love with someone, you were willing to do everything with...
However, seeing this someone kissing another guy - which you don't know, but who is that kind of guy you simply need to dislike because he's makin' out with her or whatever - is like a kick into your balls or simply one of the hardest things you ever had to stand. Call me a cry-baby, a looser, a sissy or whatever I don't mind, it just makes me sick. Another thing is the fact that - I dunno how to describe it - you sometimes feel kind of 'Not welcome' when you just go there to say 'Hi' and have a lil' talk on anything unimportant. It sometimes is a tenth of a second, just a moment or a view which makes you feel as if she said: 'Fuck off, go there play with your friends and leave me here - dissapear!' In some cases it even is (what we call, just to switch on the German-Mode again) herablassend.
And on the other Hand there are those situations when you're totally pissed, bored and anything not even the devil stands for more than ten seconds..., you hate the party, the crowd and everything around you and she comes across just to talk to you for a few words. 'She' notices your mood and anyhow it always seems as if she
[German-Mode on]
denkt, dass du nur wegen ihr so drauf bist und rauscht in einem 'Affentempo' und mit einer - ja doch man kann sagen - angepissten Stimmung von dannen.
[German-Mode off]
And now you are the one to find out, whether she wanted to cheer you up, just wanted to have smalltalk or whatever.
What ever I think of, I guess I will never ever understand all this.
[Admit-Mode on]
But as a matter of fact the party, the music and the crown have not been the only things that made me feel a little uncomfortable.
[Admit-Mode off]
And again, you find yourself sitting and waitung at the phone for a call.
[And just when I wrote this last line I got this call and wish I wouldn't have got it. 'She just arrived at Home', that was the only thing she told me and I wish she did not. Asking why, I only got the answer: 'This is somethin' you don't need to be interested in.' So I need to ask myself, why the **** I was told that. I can say that I felt rather comfortable this morning but now I'm not only pissed, I'm beyond pissed. I dont know what to think of all that.]
At the moment I ask myself why the hell I wrote all this stuff, which no one is interested in and which shouldn't interest anyone at all. I do not know...
To come to an end. Yesterday was a good day for getting tan and a little fitter, to re-start cycling, a bad day for network-installations, and a day - too worse to think of - for any heart-stuff-thingys.
'I don't wanna die, but I ain't keen on livin' either!' R.W.
No, don't worry!
Beyond pissed, in anger, in love, in confusion and with Muskelkater in his legs,
S.B.
PS: She looked awesome.
I said to myself: 'No, you woun't go that fast
[German-Mode on]
du weist doch, dass du nach ein Paar Kilometern total im Arsch sein wirst.'
Und so war es dann auch. Ich rollte also los, vorher noch kurz ein wenig Luft in die Slicks gehaucht und etwas Öl auf die Kette, die ohnehin schon vor Dreck stand - aber egal. Kilometer eins war wirklich locker ich dachte mir ich werd eine ganz entspannte Straßenrunde drehen - vielleicht mit einem fünfundzwanziger Schnitt - nichts Bewegendes.
Wie es aber immer so ist, dafür kenne ich mich zu gut, sticht einen nach der ersten kleinen Senke, die einen mit gefühlten Mach 5 dahinrollen lässt, der Hafer und man möchte weiter diese Briese im Gesicht spüren. So erfuhr ich es dann auch wieder und Schwupp wurde nicht mehr locker mit 25-28 km/h dahingeglitten sondern mit 28-35...
Mir war zwar irgendwie klar, dass ich das bei meinem Radel-Defizit nicht lange mitmache, aber irgendwie wollten Kopf und Beine das nicht so wahr haben. Kilometer 6 zeigte mir einen 29,8-er Schnitt an und ich wusste nun auch endlich warum ich so eine verdammt lange Zunge hatte. Schluck aus der Flasche und ausrollen lassen. Der Akku war erstmal recht leer und zwei langgezogene (für Potsdamer Vehältnisse) Anstiege warteten noch auf mich.
Kurzfassung - ich war im Arsch.
Am Ende hieß es dann (Bitte nicht über die Zahlen aufregen, falls sie keinen Sinn ergeben. Ich versuche mich gerade zu erinnern und das ist echt schwer):
24km, 42 km/h Top, 0:52:00 Std. (oder so) und ein 27-er Schnitt.
Ich beschloss mich in den ersten Park zu hauen, den ich finden konnte und dann die letzten zwei Kilometer nach Hause entspannt auszurollen. In Anbetracht der Tatsache, dass ich eine Ewigkeit nicht Rad gefahren bin, war ich recht zufrieden.
[German-Mode off]
Another thing that happened yesterday, was the fact I had a notification in my mailbox which said, that some parcel arrived for me. Ok, my W-LAN Router...
Out of the box it seemed to work pretty fine and it seemed that there woun't be any installation-problems. After about two hours I decided to quit. I was not able to go online. I had wireless LAN access, the cable-LAN-thingy worked as well, the only thing was I couldn't go online with this freakin' piece o' shit.
I'll try my best to fix this problem today, thought I already decided yesterday to lean back in some park for an hour after work, just to get a little tan.
A blog-post in my blog is not a blog-post in my blog, if I wouldn't complain about anything or act a little 'sissyish'.
Ok!
As we all know life is a bitch and sometimes she kills you (I still do not know where I got this quote from, but who cares it sounds funny.)
Gals, just remember the time you could say of yourself that you fell in love with someone, you were willing to do everything with...
However, seeing this someone kissing another guy - which you don't know, but who is that kind of guy you simply need to dislike because he's makin' out with her or whatever - is like a kick into your balls or simply one of the hardest things you ever had to stand. Call me a cry-baby, a looser, a sissy or whatever I don't mind, it just makes me sick. Another thing is the fact that - I dunno how to describe it - you sometimes feel kind of 'Not welcome' when you just go there to say 'Hi' and have a lil' talk on anything unimportant. It sometimes is a tenth of a second, just a moment or a view which makes you feel as if she said: 'Fuck off, go there play with your friends and leave me here - dissapear!' In some cases it even is (what we call, just to switch on the German-Mode again) herablassend.
And on the other Hand there are those situations when you're totally pissed, bored and anything not even the devil stands for more than ten seconds..., you hate the party, the crowd and everything around you and she comes across just to talk to you for a few words. 'She' notices your mood and anyhow it always seems as if she
[German-Mode on]
denkt, dass du nur wegen ihr so drauf bist und rauscht in einem 'Affentempo' und mit einer - ja doch man kann sagen - angepissten Stimmung von dannen.
[German-Mode off]
And now you are the one to find out, whether she wanted to cheer you up, just wanted to have smalltalk or whatever.
What ever I think of, I guess I will never ever understand all this.
[Admit-Mode on]
But as a matter of fact the party, the music and the crown have not been the only things that made me feel a little uncomfortable.
[Admit-Mode off]
And again, you find yourself sitting and waitung at the phone for a call.
[And just when I wrote this last line I got this call and wish I wouldn't have got it. 'She just arrived at Home', that was the only thing she told me and I wish she did not. Asking why, I only got the answer: 'This is somethin' you don't need to be interested in.' So I need to ask myself, why the **** I was told that. I can say that I felt rather comfortable this morning but now I'm not only pissed, I'm beyond pissed. I dont know what to think of all that.]
At the moment I ask myself why the hell I wrote all this stuff, which no one is interested in and which shouldn't interest anyone at all. I do not know...
To come to an end. Yesterday was a good day for getting tan and a little fitter, to re-start cycling, a bad day for network-installations, and a day - too worse to think of - for any heart-stuff-thingys.
'I don't wanna die, but I ain't keen on livin' either!' R.W.
No, don't worry!
Beyond pissed, in anger, in love, in confusion and with Muskelkater in his legs,
S.B.
PS: She looked awesome.
posted by lebaron at 10:35
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