The bike key is left in,
The 🔋 battery goes dead in the bike, bring the truck around and boost it. The battery is a bother to get at.
I am certain this is a bike thing Corporates don't want to compete in. Yet the hang of tools is pulled out way to many to get a bike boosted.
I go around some neighbourhood circles.
More than a dozen times. Sometimes there are lots in the neighborhood.
Go by my house honking by my brother's house honking and revving. 3 or 4 times no one comes out.
A couple of moms are walking there stroller and kids up the street as I honk, going by my house to get there attention. Then I turn around honk some more.
As my eyes focus and I see 👀 the women are in front of my house.
Ha, they're smiling I'm smiling. I drove around the west side for a few hours.
Come back and get my photo taken.
I needed to blog this trip.
Fun, days I go and that's fun.
Usually all I am is stuck in my 🏠 house. Reading on hours.
Today I rode a bike.
Went on a gravel road getting plowed.
Waited for the plow to go by, took the narrow route that not even a car could fit in.
Safety people, I think the safest way to do it is wait for the plow to go the other direction.
Traffic to pass, yet the chin strap on my helmet never got tighten until the end routes when I changed my helmets.
For the second route around the westing side.
Good weather for a bike, another motorbike flick his ✋ hand, I lift my fingers.
Birds fly right in front of the bike following in there 🐦 bird romance.
I slow to a putt putt tutt tutt at crosswalks,
Then a Rutt a Rutt down the town.
Ok enough of Poem.
All ones got to say is a word and there's a movie on it.
As such it's discuss, on either of the Pense to connect what's tentatively passivable.
A walk with the dog this morning, and I get the call to pickup a stranded biker.
To riding for an hour.
That's a way for mid day adventures.
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