Saturday, March 10, 2007


Either someone was still hungry after dinner, or that was mighty fine Hamburger Helper.

That's milk on the road. Milk. I saw liquid sloshing out of what looked like a milk truck, from the joining between the two tank sections as he made a right turn. When I rode up to it, yup, it was a milk truck, and that was milk. You can see my tracks where I rode through it. There was no way I could catch up to him and tell him, "Hey, pal, your milk's leaking." a lady once said to me once in the grocery store. At the time I had a baby about 4 months old in the kiddie seat in the cart, and this lady came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, your milk's leaking." I gasped and looked down at my chest, covering my shirt with my hands. Somewhat flustered, she pointed to the floor underneath my cart and said, "No, I mean, in your cart, your milk jug's leaking."

Bike ride on which I saw these things:
30 miles, 2:16, SHORTS AND SHORT-SLEEVED JERSEY!! Spring will come!!


Vickie said...

I remember those days! Too funny!

Holly said...

LOL ... Oh Ellie ... that is the funniest Milk story yet! So it is too early in the season to sprint for the Milk Truck? :) Maybe on another ride! Good Post!

Reluctant Penguin said...

Thanks for the welcome, Ellie (Hope I'm commenting on the correct blog). I never knew all you people were in here blogging.
I feel like I'm on training wheels (which I am), while the rest of you are on 10 speeds, but that's ok. At least I found the community. Thanks again.