
February 2012 . Fire Truck Ride
“You’re still here, huh?”
It was a beautiful Sunday, when we decided to go for a bike ride in the Santa Cruz mountains. Mr. T wanted to take me to a biker cafe that he’d been to a while back. I donned my most fabulous biker-chic wear, threw on my helmet then headed off. It was beautiful cruising along the road. I saw fellow biker with a skull on his leather jacket and though to myself “Mr. T should have one of those, haha.” We got to a fork in the road and that’s where his trusty beater bike decided to putter out. He managed to kick start it, but rather than continue to go further into the mountains, we decided to head home. Down the mountain we went, all the while, trying to engage the starter. It was no use. Fortunately, a firetruck on it’s way back from a car accident, happened upon us and offered to help us down the mountain. I hopped off the bike and into the cabin of the truck. They followed behind Mr. T as he continued to putter down the road. He apologized for the unfortunate turn of events. I told him not to worry–we still had a nice adventure–and I got to ride inside a firetruck!