I almost rode my bike today

Because of last night’s troubled sleep, I didn’t wake up until 8:00 AM on Saturday. I went out, ground up some coffee beans and made a six-cup pot. I grabbed a cup of coffee and then I went in and posted to the Blog.

I started on the kitchen stove and washed the drip pans. I stuck them into the dishwasher and fired that baby up. This was after I thawed and drained four four-cup containers and two two-cup containers of the tomatoes I made last year. I want no more food poisoning!

I shaved and showered and got dressed for my initial bike ride (I wanted to look good for my funeral if it turns out ugly – hey, I figured it out and its been 36 years since I actively rode a bike.)

So, I checked the oil (okay) and straddled it (badly) and rolled that bitch out of the garage, down the damn apron and into the driveway. Then I tried to fire it up.

NOTHING!

I checked that the kickstand was up (there’s a sensor). Then I realized the neutral light that was on when my neighbor helped me to push it back in the garage wasn’t on.

Oh, oh...

So, I turned the lights on and got off it to check. They were a slight yellow glow. I’m guessing I have a dead battery.

Still sitting on it (I learned my lesson the last time) I walked it up the apron and into the garage (that killed my thighs, BTW). I took off the battery cover and hooked up my trickle charger.

So, with aching thighs and nothing much to do, I went in and took a nap. Somewhere in the middle of that nap, Jake stopped over and dropped off my air compressor. He didn’t wake me up, but I saw it in the middle of my garage.

For dinner, I made a can of roast beef hash. I ate that watching TV and then went to bed.