The other day the Husband pushed my pink beach cruiser along the highway while I walked slowly behind him. Is that a sweetheart or what?
I'd ridden nearly 8 miles when I heard POW! My rear wheel shook like something got caught in the spokes. A few minutes later, the bicycle was not going as fast as my feet were pedaling it. Hello, Flat Tire. Grrrr.
Thank goodness, I had the camera to distract myself as I pushed the bicycle beside me. Want to see the photos that I took of cows & horses, grass, palm trees, and yellow barn?
And, I had the cell phone. Pshew. It was days like that I was glad I paid attention to the Husband when he asked, "Do you have the phone?" It took a couple of tries before I got hold of the Husband to tell him what happened so he and the Mama wouldn't worry.
"Would you like me to come and walk with you?" he asked.
"You don't have to," I said, "But, that would be nice."
About 40 minutes later, I was waving and ringing the bicycle bell to catch the husband's attention on the other side of the street.
"Hi," he said, handing me a banana.
"I brought some water, too, but I spilled most of it."
We pulled over into the shade of an orchard to rest. I didn't want to sit down. It would be just harder to struggle back up. My feet were tired and aching in my worn down blue Converse shoes, which were good for pedaling bicycles but not for walking. As I ate the banana, the Husband talked about how it took him awhile to get the Mama to understand that I had a flat tire and I walking down the highway, but I was fine.
"I thought about driving over," he said. "But I didn't know where any rope was for tying the bike in the trunk."
I nodded, pushing the bike back onto the highway, "Here, let me take it," said the Husband.
"I think I need to lean on it to walk. You know like the way Mama pushes a shopping cart in the store. False confidence."
"The bike's heavy. You'll be able to walk better without it. Give it a try," he said.
As he took the bike, he said, "Anytime you want it, just let me know."
The Husband was right. It was easier. And, when we got home, he asked if I'd like to go out to breakfast.
What a guy, don't you think?