The day started off like most days, except it was better than most days. My favorite daughter Hanna (star of Fitness in the Fast Lane) had clandestinely deposited a suspicious bag in my bedroom. I assumed it was for Father's Day, but who knew it would contain such wonders? Snacks! And some creepy mouth tape to keep me from snoring. Thanks honey!
Next up was a large, heavy cardboard box. The Beautiful Mrs. K had ordered up a gift for me that every yard freak covets. The cordless weed whacker with the battery the size of George's block of cheese! No way I'm running out of juice before all the weeds have been sufficiently whacked.
Eli came up with something that was on the one hand a Father's Day gift, and on the other had a big middle finger to Mrs. K and I for taking him on long hikes as a kid. We used to tell him they were only a mile or two and they'd end up being 4 or 5. And I usually forgot to bring water and snacks. So today our 53 mile ride with a gas station stop "right up here" turned out to be a 67 miles ride with a gas station stop just before Mrs. K went Hulk-on-Loki on Eli. It was a brilliant ride, nonetheless, capping off my longest week in years.
And I was able to spend 40 of the 67 miles riding on a Rice Crispy Treat wrapper that was plugging the massive gash in my Corsa Pro. I ran over a piece of glass the size of a golf ball. Thump-thump-thump-thump went the bulge. I kept letting more air out of it as the hole expanded, each time getting a little less thumping. Until it expanded again and the thumping reached a fever pitch. I ended the ride at around 30psi. Rice Crispy Treat wrapper still holding at the time of this writing.
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