I told her I'm an S.O.B.

The little cutie at the cash register had taken all the necessary information down so the mechanics could look at the appropriate things the next day. (Today, actually.)

I've been dealing with some slightly wonky brakes lately, and there's a rattle in the front end when there's a bump in the road, and the good folks at the repair shop said to bring it in, they'd take a look and give me an estimate. I had to drop the car off, however, so they could do their estimating during the day.

Fine.

I drove home, changed clothes, threw a bicycle in the back of my car (a Saturn Vue), and drove to the repair shop to drop off the car. LM (Love Muffin) had to stay home to handle the Trick or Treaters, so I was going to ride Roscoe (you know, my Huffy single speed Santa Fe with the no nose saddle)(yeah. That one.) home so she could stay home.

Anyway, I explained everything to the cute little chicksa and as I walked to the door I said, over my shoulder, "I am an S.O.B.". I glanced back to see her standing there with her eyes wide and her mouth agape. I said, "a Saver of Old Bikes."

I walked out the door. got on my bike. And rode off into the sunset. Actually, I went a little South first and THEN I rode off into the sunset.

Like John Wayne.

Ndinombethe.