Yoo 328 - Keys and Flat Tires

So, this dude had a birthday today.

And I now have some redeeming to do.

Let me preface this: I DID NOT FORGET HIS BIRTHDAY.

Exclamation point.

But I did forget my keys on his birthday. Which might have added a little tension to the day?

Storytime!

We spent the weekend with some of his family in Houston. There was swinging.

An attractive Gregcyclist in all his garb.

A dorky Kyoo riding his nephew's mountain bike in jeans. (spandex is so much more functional...)

Food.

Football.

And other general havings of a good time.

But on to the story. We decided to drive back early this morning to make it to church. We were right on time too. Right until I realized that my house keys were in my car at his house, 30 minutes across town. And my roommate was already at church. I needed to change so we drove to church to borrow the roommate's keys, back to my house, and then back to church again.

No big!

I mean, if you're going to pull something like that (and on a birthday, no less) right before church isn't a bad time to do it. Something about sitting in spiritual meetings with friends has a way of soothing the agitated soul...or maybe 3 hours is just enough time to forget?

Either way, it's not a good idea to pull the real doozy AFTER church AFTER a fiasco to get to church ON their birthday when you're both SUPER HUNGRY, having not eaten all day.

Common sense, right?

"Ha! Forget about common sense!", my subconscious must have said.

So, after church, we drove over to his house for a big birthday dinner with his family. Only, WHEN WE GOT THERE, I realized that my car keys were back at my house. I kind of needed them to drive my car home later so...back we went to my house, 30 minutes across town to grab the keys, (no, i did not almost forget them again as i was walking out...), and then back to the Gregdude's house.

He was so happy!

Only not really. But he handled it waaaay better than I would have. He's getting really good in these situations...should I stop testing him so often? I surely will try.

Now for the BEST story of the day.

Bike ride to a picnic at Memorial Park this weekend. Quite enjoyable. Weather was perfect. We made it the 7ish miles there and then most of the way back.

It was at about half a mile from our home base for the weekend when from behind me I hear the Gregbiker proclaim:

"I finally made it on a bike ride with no flat tires!"

"Don't get excited yet, we're not quite home!"

My pessimistic response. Don't count your chickens before they hatch, after all!

And how right I was.

A quarter of a mile later, but what do my wondering ears hear? Oh but the whooshing of air resurrecting my dude's abandoned fear!

Flat tire.

No joke. We had to get off and walk the bikes home. One of these days we are going to finish a bike ride without a flat tire!

Happy Birthday to the Gregbeau!

I'm still glad you were born.

Have a great day :-)