Biking: Bay Fair

I went biking today down by the bay, along the bay trail towards the Oakland Airport and into urban suburbia. Destination was Hayward, and the Bay trail.

I was dodging rail road tracks, and glass, lots of glass on the road. Of course, I missed a patch of glass, rode over it, and after a few miles, I had a flat. I ended up in no where land, or, aka, Lewilling Blvd, Bay Fair. Where the fuck is Bay Fair? There was a Korean grocery store on the road with nothing else around except a run down gas station on the corner that was fenced off. People there looked very strange, not like the people that I see here or in San Francisco. Lots of indegenous descent and Koreans. It felt like another state, like Nevada or Utah.

I felt a bit like McGuiver, trying to figure out a way to make my bike work... I bought a patch kit, and a pump, and right outside the store, I patched up my tube. The thing still didn't work. Defeated. I walked to BART, and went home. Next time, I'm going to skip the glass on the road, and start from Bay Fair. I really wanted to see sunset in a grassy hill by the Bay. Next time with a bottle of red, and with a good friend or a brother.

I like going on these mini excursions. It reminded me of the time that I spent with my brothers, Daisuke and Kentaro. Daisuke and I roller skated a bunch while we lived in Japan. We'd go everywhere in the neighrborhood, and cascaded the streets. In Houston, Texas, us three went on our bikes, or on foot on adventures. We'll find little bugs in puddles after a rain, cat fish in rivers, get our feet stuck in mud or injure our selves on nail stuck on planks of wood in construction sites. I don't think that Kentaro had ever gotten his foot stuck on nail before. He was always the smarter one, the oldest, the more shy one, and uncomfortably the leader with responsibilities. Daisuke was the sweet one, thoughtful and kind. And I was always the special one, for better or for worse.
I'm sure if you'd ask either of them, they'd probably say differently.

I'm being a bit nostalgic right now, for some reason. Maybe it's because it's Sunday, bloody fucking Sunday. I always feel like, remembering these things lets me figure somethings out in the future. I'm figuring out my goals, the things that I have to do, the person that I want to become. If you know what I mean.

My friendships havn't been going so well these past few weeks. Some good, some need tlc.
I need to do the things that I say I'm going to do.
I need to party.
Eeeek, tomorrow's the day for you know what.