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Yesterday I went biking out to Kazo and back, a trip of some 40-50km. It was a gorgeous sunny day and I had a fun time, even with the slight headwind on the return trip. I met up with Zumi at McDonalds in town here and since we were heading out for some shopping I loaded the bike into the back of the car. I left my helmet and gloves on the roof, and now they're gone. We retraced our route twice yesterday and they're still gone, and I'm seriously bummed about it, in ways far more intense than I'd have expected.
I don't lose. I never lose. I'm a slow, disorganized lazy useless sumbitch, but I never lose my battles, and knowing that I fucked this up is just killing me. I've been thinking about little else for the last 18 hours, and there's this horrible gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomache won't leave me alone.
A lot of it has to do with the fact that they were quality gloves + helmet, they weren't cheap costco crap. Also, I Can't replace them here, nothing in this country comes remotely close to fitting me, so I've got to go through the hassle of finding an online retailer or having someone I know pick them up for me in canada, then pay them for it, etc.
I've still got my old helmet and gloves, luckily, so I won't have to give up biking, but I feel like I can't be bothered to even do that. I'm pissed off and disgusted and depressed about the whole sad affair.
Bah.
I don't lose. I never lose. I'm a slow, disorganized lazy useless sumbitch, but I never lose my battles, and knowing that I fucked this up is just killing me. I've been thinking about little else for the last 18 hours, and there's this horrible gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomache won't leave me alone.
A lot of it has to do with the fact that they were quality gloves + helmet, they weren't cheap costco crap. Also, I Can't replace them here, nothing in this country comes remotely close to fitting me, so I've got to go through the hassle of finding an online retailer or having someone I know pick them up for me in canada, then pay them for it, etc.
I've still got my old helmet and gloves, luckily, so I won't have to give up biking, but I feel like I can't be bothered to even do that. I'm pissed off and disgusted and depressed about the whole sad affair.
Bah.