a brief week
I've ridden the scooter to the beach dozens of times. Never did it occur to me that the keys could be lost in the sand. As is typical, the keys were "hidden" under the towel while I was out swimming. When I was out getting my snorkel on, a large bull dog ravaged my beach area, towel scattered, burrowed, and laid on by the stinky beast.
I ran him off and thought they keys would be easy to locate...and after an hour of sifting sand with my hands, surely, I thought, they'd turn up at any moment...meanwhile the dog continued to hang out and give me company. Somewhere during the 3rd or 4th methodical search of the area, the dog's owner, a lady from New York, came over, sharing that she was relieved I was looking for keys and didn't have "issues". Yeah thanks, turns out its her dog that put me in this situation. Now we're both looking for the keys. A few minutes later, her 17 yr old twin daughters, pro surfers no less, join us in the search. In bikinis.
This is going no where, my phone is locked in the scooter, the sun is getting low, and while its almost comical, the joke's almost up. If only we had a metal detector...I thought outloud Soon, a couple from San Juan, who have a house nearby on the beach, stoped by to laugh at us.
"You guys don't have a metal detector, do you?"
"Why, yes, we do."
10 minutes later, I'm back with a metal detector. 30 minutes, 12 pennies, 4 nails, and multiple pieces of barbed wire fence later, we're still digging, but no keys. The bull dog is still there, and so is his dog buddy - and both HATE the metal detector, surely annoyed by its silent_to_humans buzzing...the dogs are biting at it as its swept across the sand, each time it buzzes and the girls start digging for the umpteenth penny, the dogs join in and dig their own hole, further making the search for the keys all but impossible.
Eventually I found them.
Saturday, after a morning road race, we went pro kite flying at the fort in Old San Juan.
Scooter cops. Fierce. Simply run uphill and you'd likely out pace this guy. Flack jacket and all.
The crowds at Sunday's Monagas MTB Challenge in Bayamon.
I'll do race report follow ups over at MonavieCannondale.com a little later today from Puerto Rico and Phoenix, Arizona.
I ran him off and thought they keys would be easy to locate...and after an hour of sifting sand with my hands, surely, I thought, they'd turn up at any moment...meanwhile the dog continued to hang out and give me company. Somewhere during the 3rd or 4th methodical search of the area, the dog's owner, a lady from New York, came over, sharing that she was relieved I was looking for keys and didn't have "issues". Yeah thanks, turns out its her dog that put me in this situation. Now we're both looking for the keys. A few minutes later, her 17 yr old twin daughters, pro surfers no less, join us in the search. In bikinis.
This is going no where, my phone is locked in the scooter, the sun is getting low, and while its almost comical, the joke's almost up. If only we had a metal detector...I thought outloud Soon, a couple from San Juan, who have a house nearby on the beach, stoped by to laugh at us.
"You guys don't have a metal detector, do you?"
"Why, yes, we do."
10 minutes later, I'm back with a metal detector. 30 minutes, 12 pennies, 4 nails, and multiple pieces of barbed wire fence later, we're still digging, but no keys. The bull dog is still there, and so is his dog buddy - and both HATE the metal detector, surely annoyed by its silent_to_humans buzzing...the dogs are biting at it as its swept across the sand, each time it buzzes and the girls start digging for the umpteenth penny, the dogs join in and dig their own hole, further making the search for the keys all but impossible.
Eventually I found them.
Saturday, after a morning road race, we went pro kite flying at the fort in Old San Juan.
Scooter cops. Fierce. Simply run uphill and you'd likely out pace this guy. Flack jacket and all.
The crowds at Sunday's Monagas MTB Challenge in Bayamon.
I'll do race report follow ups over at MonavieCannondale.com a little later today from Puerto Rico and Phoenix, Arizona.
posted by jsager at 6:25 AM
4 Comments:
no pics of the surfer chicks? booo
Exactly Eddie. No 'kini pics. Weak. Although I love the after-market pipes on that scooter. Braaaap!
its cuz he made that part of the story up so he wouldnt sound retarded for letting the dog sit on his towel.
So, it sounds like, "not training," and, "not riding hard," is going pretty well for you so far this season. I'm on the same program, but something tells me it's not gonna work as well.
-Damian in Bend where we use butter
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