I planned for this.
The night before I got my ID, key, and phone together.
I had put my fully charged batteries and lights on my bike.
Sort of laid out my clothes.
Went to bed early.
Then...
as I wheeled my bike out of the basement one of my lights popped off. Minor set back, just put everything down and pry the o-rings back around the bar.
Where are my gloves?
I wore them Sunday riding but they aren't with my riding stuff.
Had yet another pair of gloves been swallowed by the black hole which is my house?
After 15 minutes of digging I found them. They weren't with the skating stuff (remember Activity I), but somehow in the box-o-boots?
Get outside, and we're ready to go.
But only one light is working? Oh yeah it must have come loose when it fell off the bar. Some pulling and pushing and it's back on line.
A couple miles in, on the darkest stretch of road I realize although I have both headlights shinning bright, I never turned on my tail lights.
A quick illuminating stop and we're off again.
As I pass UConn I'm hearing pft, pft, pft. One of my booties is coming undone.
Seriously?
I wait until I pull off RT4, to pull over and fix it.
Okay, now we're moving....
and speaking of movement....now I've got to poop!
At least it wasn't raining.
1 comment:
Haha. At least you're riding to your place of work. I have the ticking clock in the back of my head that I'm going to miss my train while I'm frantically looking for gloves / hat / what have you.
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