adventures

I had locked my bike to a parking meter while I was at Kaplan for “General Chemistry I” (ughh) and when I came out, the meter flashed “FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL”. Ouch. Not a morale booster, this parking meter.

I haven’t had a bike at UCLA before. There’s a reason why the vast majority of UCLA students walk: the campus is essentially a mass of hills and stairs. Not conducive to biking. But my duties are pulling me further and further away from campus and it’s faster to bike to anything in Westwood. My parents brought my bike down for me when they visited for 4th of July weekend.

I guess it’s technically my dad’s bike. “My” bike is a green mountain bike that my parents bought for me as a 9th birthday present. I think my brother rides it now, whenever the tires aren’t popped or flat. Anyways, the bike I have now is in worse condition than I thought. It runs fine, which is all that really matters. But the left gear shift knob broke off, so now I only have use of six gears, instead of eighteen. I don’t know why you would need eighteen gears in the first place. The right pedal is partially broken off and the front brake is misaligned.

It is fun though, racing down the hills (the same hills I curse every time I have to come back to my room). And riding a bicycle in the street makes you very aware of traffic and people in a way that walking or driving never does.

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Commercials work. We were watching “So You Think You Can Dance?” and a Wendy’s commercial was on. 10 minutes later we piled into the car and took a jaunt down Sunset Boulevard to go to the Wendy’s in West Hollywood. That’s always a fun drive. The lights, the people, the huge, blatant, enveloping billboards and building advertisements. We finally got to the Wendy’s after passing about 25 places I have heard of, want to go to, but haven’t yet and got in the drive-thru.

Wendy’s, can I take your order?

Yes, can I get 30 orders of chicken nuggets?

THIRTY ORDERS of chicken nuggets??

Yes.

You want thirty orders of chicken nuggets.

Just kidding, I want 25. And a small chocolate Frosty and a Oreo Frosty Swirl. And two spicy chicken burgers.

Please pull up to the window.

They made us pull into the parking lot and wait for them to bring it out after we assured them we wanted 25 orders and not just 25 pieces of chicken. Did you know that Wendy’s has these paper shopping bags with handles? I guess they do get big orders sometimes. It was delicious except for the part for I get full after half a Frosty (how does anyone ever finish these things?) and they didn’t have any ranch dipping sauce. Lame.