Yes, it is important and no, it wasn't clean and yes, I called.
And I'm not going to get into it right now. I'm pissed and exhausted and after kicking the shit out of a particular unnamed piece of furniture in the pad, I decided it's just not worth it. I didn't race... again.
I got a flat.
No dumb shit, not on the bike. On the fucking car. And it just screwed up everything and the closest I got was the fucking Hardees / Love's and Jack's Tire Repair.
But fuck it.
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