Couldn't stand waiting around for my dad to get things done, so I went ahead and borrowed my uncle's twin-valve pump. God it freakin' pwns. There's a standard pressure gauge along with 2 valve adaptors for Schrader and Presta valves. No more screwing and unscrewing those piddling little valve adaptors...at least for the time being. And...I FIXED the stupid tyre. Group ride tomorrow. Feels good to be bike-ready again.
Anyway, recap.
Labour Day: My team leader called me up the night before. Apparently, they were gonna spring something big on RT; they'd found out he was heading down to RG again for his Labour Day date. So, figuring he'd be kitted up in full cycling attire, they'd head down there, blockade the gates and yell at him to go join the group ride, embarrassing the crap out of him in the process. Lame idea, but great entertainment value. Lousy thing was that my bike had a FLAT, and I wasn't gonna be able to repair it. Great. So I had to miss the little sting operation, which, I heard, turned out to be a roaring success and a good laugh for all involved, RT included. But, leader tells me that the security down at Raffles' eyeballed 'em real hard and gave him a warning 'bout 'loitering' in the campus, so I guess we'll have to switch jerseys the next time round. Well. Even good jokes come at a price, I guess.
~Crest1 out
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