Since a limited amount of bikes are allowed on the Amtrak at any given time, Mr. P had to take the 8:30 train out this morning by his lonesome. That being said, my phone started ringing at 6:00 this morning. Once, I ignored it...its P he's got a question, he'll figure it out, I'm going back to bed. Then he started texting me, annoyed by the chirping of my phone and now worried something was wrong somewhere, I got out of bed to tend to the noise box.
The long of it short, Mr. P had shredded the tire on his car en route to pick up a tent this morning and drop off his dog. Not being far from his apartment, he drove it back on the rim only to find the spare waiting for him had a hole in it. So I picked him, his bike, gear and a 9' flag pole up and took them to the train station...turns out the interior of my car diagonally is pretty much 9' exactly...its gonna be a good ride.
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