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Can't Wait For Tuesdays
- Mar 17, 2002
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Something happened this morning that brought back the following memory:
Me, 7-years old, crying hysterically after a royal butt chewing for leaving my bicycle behind Dad's '72 Ford Pickup. Yup. The inevitable happens when a kid "forgets" and leaves things laying around. Dad didn't see it and he backed right over it. The bike was crushed and broken, the pretty basket with plastic flowers crumpled as well. :(
Fast forward 33 years. It's the day after Thanksgiving 2005 and I've left Mom an Dad's place, heading on my way back to my own house. I'm filling up at the gas station when my cell phone rings. It's Dad:
"Hey, you left something behind Mom's Tahoe and she just backed over it!" He wanted me to come back to the house. (For a butt chewing?? ;) ).
Dang! I now clearly remembered what it was. It was my Troy Lee Designs Gear bag on wheels. Inside was all my gear, the helmet, the chest protector, the Alpinestars, and a bunch of other stuff. I had removed it from the back of my Yukon and stashed it behind Mom's Tahoe so that we could load my vehicle with pumpkin pies, side dishes and fruit trays that we were taking over to my sister's for dinner the night before. I had forgotten the gear bag before I headed out of town.
As I drove back to my parents house, I also remembered that my NiteRider helmet light (read: very expensive replacement parts :ohmy: ) was inside. Dang, I hoped it had survived.
At that point I was a little more worried about my Mom. She probably got freaked out when she knew she had backed over something and since they have a big black dog, I'm sure the first thing that registered in her mind when she investigate was that the black mass under her wheels might have been the family pet. Poor Mom.
When I drove up to the house, I could see the "I feel so bad about this" look on her face. I told her it wasn't her fault and tried to make light of the issue by bringing up the "Hey remember when I left my bike behind Dad's truck when I was seven?" story, which helped a little.
My helmet was competeley smashed, and the chest protector was cracked up. The NiteRider light system somehow stayed intact, and a quart of oil somehow did not burst and ooze all over everything. :cool: The bag took some roughing up, but the wheels and hand-pull system still work fine.
I guess I should have learned my lesson when I was seven, so let this be a lesson to us all !!!
DON'T LEAVE YOUR STUFF BEHIND THE TRUCK!!!!
Me, 7-years old, crying hysterically after a royal butt chewing for leaving my bicycle behind Dad's '72 Ford Pickup. Yup. The inevitable happens when a kid "forgets" and leaves things laying around. Dad didn't see it and he backed right over it. The bike was crushed and broken, the pretty basket with plastic flowers crumpled as well. :(
Fast forward 33 years. It's the day after Thanksgiving 2005 and I've left Mom an Dad's place, heading on my way back to my own house. I'm filling up at the gas station when my cell phone rings. It's Dad:
"Hey, you left something behind Mom's Tahoe and she just backed over it!" He wanted me to come back to the house. (For a butt chewing?? ;) ).
Dang! I now clearly remembered what it was. It was my Troy Lee Designs Gear bag on wheels. Inside was all my gear, the helmet, the chest protector, the Alpinestars, and a bunch of other stuff. I had removed it from the back of my Yukon and stashed it behind Mom's Tahoe so that we could load my vehicle with pumpkin pies, side dishes and fruit trays that we were taking over to my sister's for dinner the night before. I had forgotten the gear bag before I headed out of town.
As I drove back to my parents house, I also remembered that my NiteRider helmet light (read: very expensive replacement parts :ohmy: ) was inside. Dang, I hoped it had survived.
At that point I was a little more worried about my Mom. She probably got freaked out when she knew she had backed over something and since they have a big black dog, I'm sure the first thing that registered in her mind when she investigate was that the black mass under her wheels might have been the family pet. Poor Mom.
When I drove up to the house, I could see the "I feel so bad about this" look on her face. I told her it wasn't her fault and tried to make light of the issue by bringing up the "Hey remember when I left my bike behind Dad's truck when I was seven?" story, which helped a little.
My helmet was competeley smashed, and the chest protector was cracked up. The NiteRider light system somehow stayed intact, and a quart of oil somehow did not burst and ooze all over everything. :cool: The bag took some roughing up, but the wheels and hand-pull system still work fine.
I guess I should have learned my lesson when I was seven, so let this be a lesson to us all !!!
DON'T LEAVE YOUR STUFF BEHIND THE TRUCK!!!!
