I just got a phone call. It was Big Daddy. It took me a few minutes to understand what he was saying what with all the heavy breathing going on. Turns out, he took Shooters bike to get pop, instead of his truck. Now this is something, in all the years of being together, I have NEVER seen. If it doesn't have a motor, he don't ride it. That is actually his motto. No horses, canoes, kayaks, or pedal bikes, for that man. So he phoned me to tell me he is having a heart attack trying to make it back up the mountain we live on. I didn't actually realize he had left, good thing he took his cell phone. I laughed at him and told him I couldn't find the truck keys and to get pedalling - the same answer he would have gave me. It was liberating.
 


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