Yesterday was an awesome day. Or at least the weather was awesome, so I decided to go for a ride. I mean, conditions like these could hardly become any better. And you know how bike fanatics are. Even the smallest detail counts. And it was about time, too. During the rainy period all that the action around the bike was the endless hovering, polishing and dusting. So it was time to stretch its legs. However, even in a day like this one, an accident may happen.
After a few hours, I decided that the tires have had enough. I know my spine had enough. So I thought I might take the long way round, the scenic route back home. And just on the last few bends, a dog leaped in front and in my attempt to avoid it, I hi-sided into the nearby park. The landing was pretty soft and I was unharmed and the bike just had a few scratches and a broken handle bar… lucky. The weird thing was the big spot of oil on my left boot. I double check the bike for leaks and it wasn’t from it. There was nothing on the road as well. So given the fact that everything was pretty much fine, I fired the bike again and slowly dragged it to the garage.
The sticky messy boot was really getting on my nerves, so I got some polishes and wipes to give it a wash. I’m no expert when it comes to cleaning, but I did everything proper, but there was no washing off. I tried a few times over again, but nothing happened. Ignoring everything else I felt the urge to clean this thing that was standing in the way of my biking perfection. One extra OCD for me.
After taking it to a shoe cleaner with no effect I got desperate and went to a chem-cleaning specialist. This was promising but it proved to be pointless as well. I went on the internet, looking for some homemade solutions, anything that would help me clean this off. After trying pretty much everything and spending a large amount of cash and energy I felt that I was about to lose it, to crack, to go mad.
At that point I smacked my boots to the ground and started shouting randomly. After I got exhausted I picked the dirty boot with the nasty black spot and yelled ‘GO AWAY’ at it and just decided to burn them. So I went in the back yard, with the idea of making a nice camp fire. After the flame was large enough I tossed my boots inside. Seeing as how they burned to smoke I felt my sanity returning. In the morning I woke up and the grass seemed greener. And my left foot black. What’s that black spot on my foot there?