Ride On!

_Homey fixing his wheel in Mendota Heights

I was riding down the last major hill and into the caged skyways that border the Southern edge of I-494.

I see this biker carrying his bike. A see another bicyclist ride by him. I keep going and look back through the chain link fence d bike path. He is looking at me pumping his flat tire in the air. I pull up ahead and meet him on the trail. I think his name was Flea. If it wasn't he sure looked like him. He says, " Isn't riding great!"

Yeah. Riding is great. His phone rings and he answers explaining that he's got things under control.

"Oh man, I don't want to make you late. I don't want to get you fired."

This is the best excuse I have all year for being late.