Sigh.
I've cracked the swing arm on my bike.
Emailed Kona to see what can be done.
They referred me to the local distributor, saying that they would help me out.
Contacted the distributor, they said they had to get back to Kona to get a quotation from them..

It's been two days since..

No reply..

Sucks not being able to ride.
Although it's only been two days.
Feels like two years though.
And I'm like getting restless and all..

But right now, there's just something more important than this bike thing that's driving me up the wall..

Or is there?

Sigh.
Wished I knew.
But then again I'm afraid.
Afraid that I can't handle it well.
Afraid that I won't live up to it.
Afraid of failure.
Afraid of everything.

But then again, it's pathetic to see that while I salivate at the sight of lethal 10 feet gap jumps and I'm out there on my bike busting huge doubles, ultimately, I'm still afraid of such a trivial matter.

Or maybe it isn't trivial.
Maybe it's the scariest damned thing ever.
Scarier than any drop, jump, gap or crash.
Maybe I'm not up to it.
Maybe I'll fail.
Maybe I'll be left in the carnage of it all.
Maybe I'm just thinking too much.
Maybe it isn't happening.
Maybe it's the absence of of my bike that's screwing with me.

Maybe I should stop here.