“What A Bonehead”

I left the house at a little after seven o'clock this morning for the drive up to Steve Davis's house in Mansfield, MA. This was to be the first century of the season, and his son Paul was going to join us for at least half of it. (Paul needs to put in some more hours on the bike if he's going to put the hurt on his dad this year like he did last year.)

I arrived at the house right on time, but didn't have any Gu (I was out), so we ran to the local bike shop to pick some up. They were closed (it was only 9:30, they open at 10). Picked up some Power Bars and Cliff Bars at the CVS, and went back to the house to change and ride.

Except I left my shoes — my brand new cycling shoes — on the shelf in the garage. At home.

Almost anything else (except forgetting the bike) could have been worked around.

No shoes, no ride.

So I'm home again, working for a couple hours before I go out for a long, solo ride this afternoon.

Bonehead.