Sunday, September 21, 2008
The Phone Call
So I got the call from Rick. Nervous little chuckle. Guess where I am....... Small town USA. Motorcycle broke down. Sigh. What to do.....
My son is just such a nice man. He showed up accidentally to help me bail out Rick in his time of need. My son drives a big ole pickup. A truck which I have told him frequently was just a gas hog and not at all practical. I was thrilled to see him pull in today.
Gee wouldn't it be a great day for a road trip I asked? Well.... I do have plans he said, Why? Well....you daddy is stuck again on that sorry &*$%!)#HH piece of metal he calls a motorcycle and needs us to pick him up, pretty please.
So off we go to motorcycle neat road number 85 to pick up Rick who is stranded with a bike that doesn't like to travel as much as he does. It was a good day for a ride and I am just happy that his old self is safe.
After supper we are watching a movie. I am happy he is here to watch it with me. I hope the bike stays broken for a long time.
Posted by Julie at 6:00 PM