It's getting near dat time

The last week has been a heck of a week and I have gone to, nearly, tears twice. I never knew shifter cables could go so awry that they would gouge into your thumb or that cable housing could give you aids. On the way up the first very slight incline everything came down and I almost lost it. The same day we got hit with torrential rain and I pulled a double flat on the way home. 1067 metres from where I work with the rest to go on foot I pumped and cursed. I couldn't tie a knot in the tube and I almost lost it again as I thought of my wife and child at home warm in bed. Out of desperation I called the Dr. and he didn't pick up so hoof it I had to do. A brief lifetime past and my phone rang back. He was on his way in, what will from now on be known as the support van ( wwfnobkatsv), and scooped me out of my jogging in place to stay warm death. We picked up beers, corndogs and a microwave burrito and that was that. I don't get to talk about riding home through the storm but I have a great story about a support van and spritly legs for the next ride.