Don’t you hate it when you ask somebody to get their bicycle out of your yard, take it back home to their own house, in the fall…
… and it’s still there mid-winter?
It’d be even worse if you had to shovel around it.
Fortunately, we haven’t had a banner snow year (thus far), so the abandoned bike hasn’t rusted too much.
And to think: Lance Armstrong lives right across the street. At least he can’t see this from his house. He’d probably come marching across the street and chew me out. (I’m safe for the moment, cuz he’s in Australia right now.)
But my day of reckoning is coming. And so, for now, all I think is:
THANK GOD HE’S NEVER ASKED ME TO JOIN HIM FOR A RIDE!
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