One of the things that I've given thanks for this morning in my 'Little Book of Gratefulness' is my Saris bike rack. It's so lovely to be able to drive around with the bike on the back of the car without the fear that the whole kit and caboodle is going to drop off any minute. Here's Little Blue in a random country lane yesterday. I was heading up to Bristol straight after my visits for a weekend of cycling with Red Mel so I'd popped the bike carrier on first thing in the morning.
It's my weekend with Lou. There's a notable absence on the back of the car of his bike. That's because he's grown out of it. He's shot up over the last year. I decided to get him a new one for his birthday and give it to him a fortnight early.
In the scheme of 'want, need, wear, bikes are a 'need' in my book. Once we've parked up when we're away in the motorhome they become our only means of transport. For a teenager without motorised transport they're essential too. But how was I going to surprise him with a new one to use for the weekend?
'How stupid am I!' I said, when he got into the car at the school. 'I forgot to bring your bike.' It seemed like an unfeasibly massive oversight on my part but Lou bought it. My reputation for being a bit dippy is legendary. 'We'll have to hire a 'Boris Bike' when you're in Bristol. I told him. 'That's okay.' he said. 'My one's too small anyway.'
We pulled off the M5 into the car park of Halfords. 'I need some oil for the car.' I told him. 'You'll have to come with me and help carry it. There's two heavy containers.' A little debate ensued about why I needed to do my own servicing but I got away with it. I showed the guy at the checkout my e-order number. He directed me upstairs to the bike department. 'Why are we going up there?' asked Lou. 'I've no idea.' I replied. 'Perhaps it's health and safety.'
'I'll carry one and you carry the other.' said Lou as we were waiting for our collection. I couldn't believe that I was still pulling off such a preposterous story. At that moment this funky bike arrived out of the storeroom, ideal for a tall teenager. 'I think you've got the wrong thing mate.' said Lou to the shop assistant. 'She ordered oil!'.