Busted.
When I was younger, there was this movie called City Of Angels which was this really sappy turd of a love story involving Nicholas Cage in his pre-Bad-Hair-Cut-Sort-of-Action-Star days and Meg Ryan in her pre-Wax-Museum-With-No-Air-Conditioning phase. Basically Cage gives up his status as an angel in order to become human and sweep Ryan off her feet but (spoiler??) right after he does that, Ryan gets run over by a logging truck while riding her bike with no hands and her eyes closed like an idiot and she dies. Cage is left without his love and is no longer an angel.
It stunk.
It wasn’t until much later, maybe my junior year of college, that I saw the movie that City of Angels was loosely based off of called Wings of Desire. Not only is the original title better (not playing off the pseudo-clever location of Los Angeles for a limp attempt to draw in people who know “wit” from “the hole of your ass”) but the original movie is actually wonderful. It’s good for many reasons such as the inclusion of Columbo and a really nice scene with Nick Cave (not to be confused with Nick Cage). It’s a fantastic movie and I highly recommend it.
Anyways, the point is that if I have a guardian angel following me around, I’m pretty sure it’s a fat guy with a name like Karl or Dennis and he just constantly plays a muted trumpet like in cartoons… “whaaamp-whaaaah”
My thumb is as cracked as the taco shells I ate for lunch today. The bone under my thumbnail is split damn near in two.
Whaaamp-Waaah. Bruising much?
And just in time for this new bike to be sitting here, untouched for 4-6 weeks while my stupid thumb heals up. I’ve taken it out and ridden it around the block once a day for the last three days just so I feel like less of a prick for having this thing sit around collecting dust. I’ve been riding it with one hand but I’ve been keeping my eyes open for any logging trucks so as to not end up a road pancake like Meg Ryan’s clumsy character in City of Bad Angles.
Oh well.
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In dreary times such as these, one thing can be counted on for lifting spirits…
Kittehs.
Yup. Kittehs.
Bike looks so good! Fuck being injured. This sucks
cshewmake7
July 9, 2009 at 1:03 am
agreed. i’ll see you in a month… for a nice ride.
heal yourself up soon amigo.
photokevo
July 9, 2009 at 1:06 am
Stumpy thumb much?
I’m just jealass (that’s right ass) that you have a shiny new toy. You should sell it to me when you’ve done abusing it. Seriously.
Mike
July 9, 2009 at 2:50 am
i’ll let you know when it’s on the market first.
photokevo
July 9, 2009 at 2:59 am
ok… SO remember watching that crap piece of a movie with my mom while she cried buckets.
i hate. absolutely hate nicolas cage. he’s up there with neil
bluntdelivery
July 10, 2009 at 5:40 am
i have such a conflicted stance on old nick cage. he’s in some of the most garbage trash ever but then he’s great in raising arizona and adaptation and such. oh mister cage, why can’t you just turn down the crap roles at this point. i mean really, was bangkok dangerous really worth it?
photokevo
July 10, 2009 at 7:07 am