I hate you, UPS.
Crashing Out.
You said my package would be on my doorstep on Saturday.
I waited between 2-6pm. Nothing.
You killed my weekend. I knew I shouldn't have trusted you.
Now there is no delivery date, and you're holding my shit hostage.
Please, UPS. Just give me my shit. Or at least an update on where my shit is.
Joker Moment.
The drop bars I ordered from Amazon sucked ass. They came bent, and apparently all of them are bent according to the 1 star reviews. It's fine, you get what you pay for. I returned them, and placed an order for actual nice bars.
I ordered a Crust Nullabar. It's a wide drop bar for my atb build. I wouldn't give too much of a fuck about package delays for anything else, but I already took all of the old stuff off the bike so I can't ride it.
I planned to ride to work today, but I drove instead. Truly, I should not have bet on UPS actually fulfilling their end of the bargain. I purposely turned down a cabin trip with the boys just so I could build the bike up. I can't handle being excited for stuff, and having it not happen.
I NEED my ass and balls to be sweaty when I get to work.
I NEED to take a shower in the work bathroom that has a shower.
I NEED to wear my dedicated cutoff biking-jorts to work in the morning.
Please, UPS. I have to be that guy.
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It'll be worth the wait though, so the spirits are still high. I still ride my clunker every day so no biggie... But still, I wanna plop my ass down on the new bike so bad.
:,)