Saturday, April 13, 2013
What started out as a wonderful morning cycling with my husband out in the country turned into a major bummer when we pulled into the carport (with me driving, of course) forgetting the bikes were in the rooftop rack. Because I'm short, and, therefore, my bike is, too, my bike got by with just minor damage to the seat. My husband's, on the other hand, was demolished when it hit the eave of the house. His favorite Cannondale lay on the car roof like a marionette - broken at every joint, cables everywhere, seat left in the driveway. Being the most wonderful husband in the world that he is, he just sighed, pulled the mangled thing out of the rack and said he was going to take a picture of it and send it to his best cycling bud and tell him he wrecked. What a sport!
Upshots: 1) We enjoyed our ride. 2) No person was injured. 3) He has another bike he can ride in the meantime. 4) When our budget allows, DH will get a brand new bike. 5) Made me sick to my stomach, putting a dent in my appetite!
As a wise woman told me once when a friend was fretting over the loss of her engagement ring, "Ain't nothing but a thang.... Life goes on."