Dad's Antics #2048
Yesterday, dad brought home a "new" bike. There was a road bike of sorts that he had kept (from the millions of bikes that he donated...) that was I believe for females... so now he has another bike.
According to dad, he got the bike to get into shape because he is going to climb Mount Whitney. "14,500 feet!" he exclaims. Or maybe he said 12,000. I don't know how high he said but he's climbing it!
My sister and I left this morning, Dad was gone. His car was in the driveway still. Christina wondered where he was, as he has the first 3 Fridays of the month off because of his furlough days. I said he's probably riding his bike somewhere.
Christina returned home to find my dad. He cleaned his bike... by way of his favorite method: Power Washing.
I haven't seen the bike, but Christina mentioned that he should put a motor on it. He said... he thought about it.. and then I thought... "I thought this bike was so he could get in shape..."
I'm sure this would all fizzle out and that he won't actually climb Mount Whitney... just like him fixing up his Datsun 250z.
According to dad, he got the bike to get into shape because he is going to climb Mount Whitney. "14,500 feet!" he exclaims. Or maybe he said 12,000. I don't know how high he said but he's climbing it!
My sister and I left this morning, Dad was gone. His car was in the driveway still. Christina wondered where he was, as he has the first 3 Fridays of the month off because of his furlough days. I said he's probably riding his bike somewhere.
Christina returned home to find my dad. He cleaned his bike... by way of his favorite method: Power Washing.
I haven't seen the bike, but Christina mentioned that he should put a motor on it. He said... he thought about it.. and then I thought... "I thought this bike was so he could get in shape..."
I'm sure this would all fizzle out and that he won't actually climb Mount Whitney... just like him fixing up his Datsun 250z.