Lawn trolls blast biker and kill phone.

Or something like that… Here’s my adventure from last night:

I get to Nyes and immediately the damn phone battery dies. OK, I was on the phone for a half hour, but still, the battery should last longer than that. Oh well — nothing a martini can’t solve.

So after another fun night at Nyes, I’m ready to bike home. After crossing the Hennepin bridge, I’m waiting at a light near Washington Ave and “SHPPPPSHHHHHHH” — now I’m soaking wet! A fucking automatic sprinkler head decided that a good time to poke it’s head out would be while I’m right next to it waiting at the light. And to make things even more awesome, this one is broken, so it sprays one large jet of water RIGHT ON ME.

Oh that’s great, I think as I pedal along dripping wet. My lower half looks like I fell in a lake. I get a block away and “phphhhhhhht” — flat tire. [insert long string of expletives here] I’m still 4 miles from home! So I had to walk the whole way, pushing my broken bike, dripping with water. :( read more »