That’s right, today I surpassed the stupidest stupidity of my stupid cycling career. Or maybe it was yesterday that I achieved the height of stupidity. I’m not exactly sure. Let me tell the story.
The Feeshko and I drove back to Iowa yesterday. My dad had a medical appointment to keep and it was in Cedar Rapids which is 60 miles away from my dad’s town. And on Tuesday he has an appointment with his eye specialist in Waterloo. Since he is not supposed to drive on highways, we are going to do whatever we can to keep him from trying to drive to those appointments by himself.
So I loaded my bike carrier onto the back of my minivan, lifted my bike onto the carrier, and locked the front wheel to the frame so it wouldn’t spin around during the entire trip, and also to discourage thieves when we stop for the inevitable bathroom and snack break.
The dumb part starts a couple years ago when I bought one of those stupid Kryptonite locks that pays to replace your stupid bike if somebody is able to cut the lock and steal your bike. It seemed like a not-so-dumb idea at the time. The dumb part continues when I lost the stupid key to the stupid lock. I spent two hours searching my car and all my bags and pockets and anyplace I could think of to find it. No luck.
In other words, I am stuck in Iowa while unable to ride my bike for five days.
I was so frustrated that tomorrow I am going to drive 3 1/2 hours back to MY Town, pick up my spare key, and drive 3 1/2 hours back to Iowa so I can go on some bike rides. That’s how addicted to biking I am.
In the meantime, I discovered something interesting after today’s doctor appointment. There were a bunch of little cottony things floating around at my dad’s house. But they weren’t dandelion fluffies or milkweed parachutes. No, they seemed to have a life of their own.
My dad had never seen them in his yard before. The Feeshko and I had never seen them ANYWHERE before. They looked like tiny angels. In fact, I was going to try to claim I discovered a new insect, which I named bugii angelicus. Entomological integrity, however, compelled me to Google “tiny white bugs” and, lo & behold, up came a bunch of pictures of the things I was seeing. They were called Wooly Aphids.
I was so excited about my discovery that I shouted out to my dad and The Feeshko, “THEY’RE WOOLY APHIDS!” I said aphids with the short “a” sound. The Feeshko quickly corrected me with the long “A” sound. “AY-phids, not a-phids.” She should have known that I was going to Google the correct pronunciation. It turns out that both pronunciations are correct.
I am writing this at a table on my dad’s deck. I have my laptop in front of me and a nice Iowa beer at my side. In front of my beer, was my best Wooly AYPHID photo opportunity yet. Check it out.
I couldn’t leave you without showing a face on a tree that I found.