Quoting the meathead in the failed series, John from Cincinnati, "'Splain to me the difference between YOU and a monkey in a tree?" Who drives all the way to Jacksonville Beach for a 38 mile bike ride and forgets their shoes? It starts with an N and ends with a WHY? Nancy. Dagnabit. It's funny how it happened, truly. I just got out of the car and looked at MagicPants Jones, who had just driven us all the way from St. Augustine, and I thought, you know, you sure have to remember a lot of things with riding - as opposed to surfing. WIth surfing, you grab your board, wax, and towel. That's it. Let's see. With biking: Bike, helmet, computer, gloves, cooler with drinks, your bottles for the bike, spare tube, Co2 cannister, bike tools, cell phone, drivers license, and your bike shoes. Wait, did I say shoes? WHERE THE HECK ARE MY SHOES? DOH! Ol' magicPants Jones proved what a good sport he is once more. After he called me a dork and everyone else finished laughing at me and trying to figure out a way I could still ride, he laughed and said we could just go shopping for his new Zune, and all was almost okay in the world of my humiliation. We had fun, yes we did. We went to Moe's for lunch, and I think I almost had more fun than I would have if I had ridden. Then, when we got back, I went surfing. It looked like crap, but when I paddled out, the tide turned and surprise, surprise, I caught some fun ones, and actually had a good time.
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