Sounds like something I HAVE done!
Hubby and I had stopped at a little country store during the RSVP ride and I had taken my back pack off to get arm coolers out. We made our obligitory purchases and used the rest rooms and then we were off again. 5 miles away from the store we encounter a climb and I'm thinking: man this is pretty pleasant without that hot, sweaty square on my back from the pack.....ACK!! Honey, where's my back pack! with my passport, license, credit cards, cash, everything in it???!! That was the fastest 5 miles I have ever ridden, back tracking to that little store. DH got there first and found it,unmolested on the news paper dispenser, with the locals all sitting out in front of it. Pheww!
Did I learn my lesson?
NOOOO!
The next morning I left my gloves on the newspaper box in front of Starbucks while I was compusively checking and rechecking to make sure I had the back pack. Five miles out, I'm noticing that my hands feel a little cooler than I'm used to. DH growls that the gloves can just damn well stay where they are.![]()




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