Mix, my ass thanks you

My friend Mix supports me in many ways. He was one of the first to donate to my ride and then followed up his financial benevolence with a further act of friendship, thoughtfulness and compassion. He lent me his cushy gel bike seat that's more like a saddle than a seat. He dropped it off two weeks ago, but with all the work the bike needed done and the little time I have these days to dick around in my garage I’ve done all the rides so far with a seat as comfortable as a brick. Yesterday after the 30 miles my legs and ass hurt. I didn’t think I’d get around to changing the seat today but then my parents dropped by and Jackie and I guilted them into taking Sammy to the playground so we could get some stuff done around the house.

First I changed into my work clothes and patched a few spots on the roof. Next, I emptied six five gallon buckets of dehumidifier water, carrying them up my outside basement stairs one step at a time, then around to the front of the house to dump on the thirsty garden. Wait, writing that makes me pause to think that instead of blowing a weekend riding 75 miles to the shore to eat pizza, drink beer and fall asleep by 8:30 I should install a condensate pump. Whatever. Finally, just as my parents arrived I finished installing Mix’s super comfortable, like sitting on a cloud comfortable, gel seat and went for a ride around the block. Ohhhh yeah is how we felt, me and my ass.