worse than a brain fart

So we had a third person join us for our mountain bike ride today. We rode out in Santee Lakes, the place where both of our bikes broke down last time. Not today.. this was a great ride. We found new trails and had a good two and a half hour ride. I came back with black ash and dirt all over my legs... from the knee down, I looked like some sort of odd Chappelle show character. Robin dropped me off at my car, I put my bike in the trunk, then drove off to meet a friend of mine who was waiting for me at my house. When I got home, I saw that I had made a terrible mistake. A stupid little brainfart like I do all the time, only it was worse. I left my front bicycle tire leaning against my car and drove away. I called Rob to see if it was still there and it wasn't. It was a nice rim, and will be expensive to replace, but its also sentimental since my friend Steve gave it to me for doing a logo for his bike company, Perv... It'll cost me 200 bucks, easy, since I have to get a rotor for my brakes, a good strong rim, and wheel build, tire... shit. Its worse than a brainfart. Its like a brainshit all over myself and its running down inside my shirt and gathering in a clumpy mess at my beltline. Doh!