not a family site after this entry.
i talked to the insurance lady i'll be dealing with regarding this claim (or series of claims depending on the car estimate i'll be getting this morning). she was a real peice of work. the first thing she muttered to me was: "so tell me, how did this all happen?" then i went into the description of the damages.
me: my fork is bent...twisted to be exact, the frame is probably comprimised due to that twisting. the carbon handlebars might be damaged...i wouldn't trust the headset as far as i can throw it. one lever is bent up.
her: so....*silence*....you hadn't replaced any of those parts with cheap japanese parts, did you? my sister is a big time cyclist so i know all about that sort of thing.
?!?!
i'm fucked.
she mandated that i get a full estimate from a bike shop AND send pictures (quote "i'm going need some pictures of that"). the pictures aren't going to do her any good, but so goes it. this is alright because i'll head to eriks, tell them the skinny and emphasize where i'll be purchasing a replacement.
in other news, it was puppy class #1 last night. our little guy was tentative at first. since he has been around adults already, he really didn't understand what those other puppies were doing. he got mauled a little at first which is good, then he got up some confidence and starting getting his swerve on...humping everydog he could. yikes...he was the only one humping. that's our boy. then he went around to each dog owner trying to get some treats. the tricks they taught he already knew so he got bored towards the end. at least he wasn't gus the pug doing a little 69 action on his friend muffin...double yikes!! he held poor muffin down in a really unsightly fashion...i blushed watching him. enough of that!
i helped some lady empty her poop scoop into the bag and i got golden retriever shit on my hands in return. oliver wanted nothing to do with me after that. i don't blame him because my left hand smelled unearthly. the only question i have is what is that lady feeding her dog? i mean, seriously.
i ran last night, it felt good but my i.t. band was a little tender before bed. probably another run tonight...we have a vet appt at 5:15. our boy is getting shots and i'm not talking about an irish car bomb.
long entry, not much important to say. story of my life.
me: my fork is bent...twisted to be exact, the frame is probably comprimised due to that twisting. the carbon handlebars might be damaged...i wouldn't trust the headset as far as i can throw it. one lever is bent up.
her: so....*silence*....you hadn't replaced any of those parts with cheap japanese parts, did you? my sister is a big time cyclist so i know all about that sort of thing.
?!?!
i'm fucked.
she mandated that i get a full estimate from a bike shop AND send pictures (quote "i'm going need some pictures of that"). the pictures aren't going to do her any good, but so goes it. this is alright because i'll head to eriks, tell them the skinny and emphasize where i'll be purchasing a replacement.
in other news, it was puppy class #1 last night. our little guy was tentative at first. since he has been around adults already, he really didn't understand what those other puppies were doing. he got mauled a little at first which is good, then he got up some confidence and starting getting his swerve on...humping everydog he could. yikes...he was the only one humping. that's our boy. then he went around to each dog owner trying to get some treats. the tricks they taught he already knew so he got bored towards the end. at least he wasn't gus the pug doing a little 69 action on his friend muffin...double yikes!! he held poor muffin down in a really unsightly fashion...i blushed watching him. enough of that!
i helped some lady empty her poop scoop into the bag and i got golden retriever shit on my hands in return. oliver wanted nothing to do with me after that. i don't blame him because my left hand smelled unearthly. the only question i have is what is that lady feeding her dog? i mean, seriously.
i ran last night, it felt good but my i.t. band was a little tender before bed. probably another run tonight...we have a vet appt at 5:15. our boy is getting shots and i'm not talking about an irish car bomb.
long entry, not much important to say. story of my life.
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