Admiring the head tube lug and longing for lunch
In which I improvise to compensate for a lack of preparation...
I have everything I need for an all morning ride. I depart early, enjoy the outing, and eagerly anticipate a shower and lunch. Meanwhile, Mrs. Pondero leaves the house to run errands, and I return without a key to a locked house.
I sit on the front porch in the breezy shade and cool down. Craving food, I ponder eating the Clif bar tucked away in my bag. Ugh...not that desperate yet. Maybe if I take a couple of photos of the bike, Mrs. Pondero will return and I'll get real food. She doesn't return.
I realize that "no key" doesn't mean "no transportation". So I pedal about 3-4 more miles down to the nearest grill. I have me a perfect gas station cheeseburger, and think that being prepared is not always the best thing.