And then my car had an aneurysm while driving to the gym during lunch. This was not seven days past my VW's last fuel system failure in which a new fuel pump left a solid bruise upon my checking account. I called the ever-reliable USAA and a tow truck driver not a month out of Brooklyn hauled my car back to Firestone.
Somehow our schedules aligned and Lexi was able to pick me up and get me home while all three kids were napping with Ms Heidi. I quickly hopped on my laptop to initiate some database work that had been dogging me for most of the week; apparently a clear solution only required hanging out in my car outside a gas station for 70 minutes.
And were it not for Lexi I would have missed the opportunity that was in front of me. It was a simple "you should go for a ride" and all of the sudden my legs got jittery and my taint went numb. I kept it simple because I knew my window of opportunity was closing quickly. And before I could even comprehend where I was, singletrack lay ahead of me and I was pedaling. And it was good.
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