Last night I was out riding my bike along the canal. Okay, I was riding my sister's bike. Usually I ride my brother-in-law's bike, but Saturday I ran over a puncture weed and now his bike has a flat tire. I have to remember to buy a new inner tube...so that he can fix it for me. Like how that works?
But...back to the topic.
Last night I was out riding a bike along the canal. The sun was just starting to set and the air was cool; it was a lovely time for a bike ride.
I rode past an old barn that housed some pretty fresh manure. After I wrinkled my nose I thought, "I want to go horse back riding."
I can't remember the last time I went horse back riding........actually, yes I can. Mrs. Thompson and I went riding...kind of. Remember that Mrs. Thompson?
So there I was pedaling away, thinking about who I knew that could take me for a horse ride. I don't know anyone with a horse. Sigh...
All of a sudden, out of nowhere I saw a man, on a horse, riding towards me, and he was holding the reins of another horse. They were going pretty fast and they were kicking up a lot of dust.
The rider had a cowboy hat and boots...he was authentic, and I was in love. Well...probably not in love but I figured it was fate. Here was my one chance to go for a ride. He slowed his horses down to pass me and as he did I opened my mouth, sure that whatever I said would charm him into letting me ride his horse.
It didn't quite work out the way I had planned. Because right as I opened my mouth I rode into a swarm of gnats, and swallowed half of them. And then I was coughing and spitting, and the cowboy was riding off into the sunset.
Dang gnats. They ruined my one shot of cowboy heaven.