A ride to remember

Another night and I wanted beer, as I was on my way home, because the train was so crowded and everybody was very stinky. I wasn't stinky because, as one is in one's own mind, I'm not lumped in with everyone else. I got off the train a stop early to grab a cold one and make my way to the bike shop where my wheel was being repaired and my seat nut stem fudge thing is on order. Turns out they forgot to fix my wheel and my seat nut is "on the way" which is when I held it all in and told them it was cool. Enter the son who, upon seeing me, grabs, incorrectly, a carbon wheel from the building rack and apologizes. I tell him I am happy to even be let in the shop and he gets to work on my wheel. I wish it were the carbon but the lurker says you'll get hit by lightning if you ride them so it must be true. I looked through the hat bin and head off to grab some more beers. I grabbed the recent release, without meaning, lager for the guy who is truing the wheel and head back. I pass him the beer and, being Japanese, he dis acknowledges them. He goes on and on about the wheel as I listen and wonder about some of the vocabulary. I asked him a couple of times and they, the father, mother and son laugh because the onomatopoeia are killing me. I left with a new quick step cycling cap and a free wheel true true method man. My pension will buy a frame from that store. so happy that I bought the brooks there. Then I was at home. I was on on my way to place where people shouldn't ride bikes and that is way further away from the place where people shouldn't drive cars, yet they do more than we do. After a beer and a tyre replacement, the good Dr. needed a new skin, we were on our way. to the ends of sanity. Where we all wear north face and devour human souls!!!!!!! Or at least where we all have expensive bikes Christ like balance while emitting a beep beep beep stylistic like " I remember 10 years ago" massage to your senses. So we took group photos that made about as much sense as the previous sentence. I took a sick pleasure in calling them all together for more and more group pics. They were all so happy to do it, likes Nazis to kill or Italians to eat pasta, they crammed themselves in again and again to have their picture taken. and again I hope you note, if it's published, that the good Dr. held up my steed in the rear for all the pics that he could. Then I went for another beer and the bike tried to kill a Run dmc inspired Christmas tree After that we, the royal one, returned to where the ride had begun. I found a wheel and a shirt, panicked that thieves might come so I tried to find the owner. After calls and riding I remembered that, being Japan, you can leave wheels and shirts laying around because it's safe. Thank you for how safe this country is and have a merry Christmas. I wish I could bring the benefits of CA and JP together so we could have great beer, food and outdoor contests of strength that end in great food and beer. At home yet home sick.