After two weeks without a bike and five actual ride days
lost. I got the call that my bike is ready. Now due to work and a busy home
schedule I still have to wait 24 hours to pick it up.
Here is how those 24 hours passed. Sync up the clock from 24
in your head…This happened between the hours of 6 pm Thursday and 6 pm Friday…..
First was work, in my never ending battle to pay bills and
keep the fabulous lifestyle I have become accustom to I have to do this. Do not
get me wrong, I do not have a bad job. It is a Monday through Friday job that
is in the career field I went to school for and it comes with its ups and downs
like every job, but I enjoy what I do. On the flip side I would rather be
getting dirty in the woods on my bike. After picking up the little one and the
Teenager. I have to then feed the baby, fold some laundry, clean up a few toys,
and other out of place stuff. My wife Sarah comes home and entertains the baby,
while I make dinner. We eat, sit down enjoy a few recordings from the DVR,
which take more time now that we have a baby (the simple equation is if you
want to watch Show A and have a Baby, and if Show A normally would take 45
minutes to watch than factoring in mood, time of day, and diner 45 minutes
actually takes about double time) We then Bath the baby, take care of making
lunches for the next day go to bed and wait for the early morning alarm to go
off so I can torture myself at the gym for a solid hour. Come home, shower help
the wife with the baby and I am off to work. Then start some of this process
over again (as far as picking up the girls etc... Till the wife comes home) then
Sound the Trumpet…Time to pick up the bike….
We got to Big Shark and I was about to pay as they found my
bike. A problem had arisen on the tires. Seems the tires had been in Gary’s
garage a bit too long and although it did not appear so when I dropped them off
they did have dry rot on them.
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