Topping off my tank this morning, I noticed this sticker that someone put on the pump. Whoever you are, thank you for being a Republican, or in my case, a very conservative American.
But the damn place doesn’t open until three PM which is ridiculous. I visited the museum about two years ago when the hours were normal so I made the assumption that it would be open when I got there before noon. So ridiculous. I don’t go anywhere at night as a rule but some night photos would be very nice. I can’t use my Nikon for the photos because a few years ago, some European tourists took some photos, took them back to their country, and published them in a large magazine or something like that. Hence, I and everyone else must pay for the sins of these Europeans. So nice, isn’t it? So, I grabbed some photos along the way through downtown Las Vegas, passing the very nice Fremont Street along the way. Thanks for nothing, Neon Museum!
Here are a few more iPhone photos from today. The photo with the Costa Rica graffiti just grinds my gears. Does this person miss home? Then just go home! We won’t miss ya. Nobody is going to stop them I assume… I have my own ideas on how to stop graffiti but I’m sure Y’all would not like to hear them.
Every other day or so recently, I have been dropping food and water off for a homeless man living on one of the pedestrian/bike bridges I cross on my rides. He was not there today but his blankets were so I pulled one down off of the rail and used it to cover up the bag of goodies I dropped off and then I left.
I’ve spoken with him a couple of times now and he seems a very nice man who is way down on his luck. I wish that I could do so much more for him but it’s not really possible. There is more I can say on this but I’ll leave it there. This country is ridiculous.
Our loser government is wasting billions on weapons and so much more while its citizens go hungry and die on the streets. Piss me off. I’ll stop right there before I get really angry here.
The other thing I want to vent about is that the last two, perhaps three times I’ve been out riding the bike I have been cut off and nearly avoided incursions with cars. I’m becoming very frustrated with this BS. Last week, I was even cut off in my own neighborhood!
I followed the driver down to the traffic light and gave them a good ass-chewing. Today, an ugly four-door pickup did the same thing just down the road from my home, and, I know who the SOB is too, he lives on my street! I am considering taking some time away from riding to let myself simmer down.
The bike needs another tune-up anyway, the brake system is acting up and something is out of alignment too. I’ll take the bike to the shop tomorrow. At least nobody can run me over while I’m behind the wheel of a 4000-pound pickup truck…