Post by algears on Oct 23, 2011 6:29:10 GMT -5
One Friday afternoon, I come home to find a note inside the house that reads, "I've gone out to the golf course on highway 14 to take a pic for scooter tag. Come find me! Love, Evil Kitty"
I search my little brain for the golf course... couldn't come up with it, but she is off on a mission, so I better go find her. Back on the scoot I go.
About 10 miles into the search (still quite a ways from 14), my phone rings at a stoplight. "Damn - if it rang 10 seconds sooner, I would have pulled into the left turn lane and stopped at the Ingles to at least find out where she was". No problem, I'll just go through the light and then turn left into the parking lot.
So, I go through the light, but there is a tractor trailer in the left turn lane to Ingles, stopped with its flashers on. Again, no problem, I'll just go up the road a bit and pull into the local community college parking lot and check the message.
It was less than a 1/2 mile down the road where I pulled into the lot, took off my helmet, gloves and jacket (it was quite warm still), got out my cell phone and dialed my voice mail.
While waiting to retrieve the message, I heard a sound like a scooter approaching... turning around I saw EK, hunkered down and zooming by (in the same direction that I was going). I waved at her, but she was focused on the road.
"What the?..." I wondered. When my voice mail connected, it had been EK, explaining that she was AT THE INGLES on her way home!
From EK's perspective at the Ingles:
"OMG! I can't believe I wrote 14! There's no golf course on 14! What was I thinking? I better call him before he leaves. He didn't answer. WTH??? OMG - THERE HE GOES! Oh, no - he's headed for 14! C'mon Evil Kitty - let's show that fat 250 cc what your little 80ccs can do! We can catch him!"
So, now we have EK in the lead, on her 80cc Evil Kitty thinking she is chasing me down. And me, having to put all my stuff back on and catch up to her (hopefully before 14). There are lots of stop lights, so this shouldn't be a problem.
Well, that was the plan at least. She must have hit every stop light green, because I know I hit every damn one of them on the red. No sign of EK. Ten miles later I turn right onto highway 14, still no joy.
14 is a two lane with lots of long hills, so I thought I would catch her. Or I would find the golf course. But since I couldn't remember where the course was, I had to keep a close eye out so I didn't miss it!
Well, I did see her - about 7 miles later. The speed limit is mostly 55 and there are no traffic lights for a long time, so with the long up hills, finally I spot her. Traffic between us thins as people turn off (or pass her) and I am now behind her.
From EK's perspective on 14:
"Is that a yellow scooter coming up behind me? It couldn't be him - he's IN FRONT OF ME! THERE'S NO WAY I PASSED HIM! But, wait... THAT helmet - I KNOW that helmet! HOW DID HE DO THAT?
"
We are out in the country, so there aren't a lot of place to pull off. I figure she will stop at a gas station we frequent up the road and she does.
First words out of my mouth are, "So... just WHERE IS this magical golf course?" - to which she doubles over laughing and proceeds to explain to me that she wrote the wrong road on the note. And we are now about 35 miles from home...
We take a break before starting back.
"You still love me?" she coyly asks?
"Yes, dear. Can we go home now?"
"Yes, let's go home. I'm really tired from pushing EK so hard trying to catch you. Sure took you long enough to catch us though! Slow poke..."
On the way home, there is a golf course - almost right next to the Ingles mentioned previously. Yeah - WAY back there...
The day lives in our memories as the "Come find me!" day fondly!
I search my little brain for the golf course... couldn't come up with it, but she is off on a mission, so I better go find her. Back on the scoot I go.
About 10 miles into the search (still quite a ways from 14), my phone rings at a stoplight. "Damn - if it rang 10 seconds sooner, I would have pulled into the left turn lane and stopped at the Ingles to at least find out where she was". No problem, I'll just go through the light and then turn left into the parking lot.
So, I go through the light, but there is a tractor trailer in the left turn lane to Ingles, stopped with its flashers on. Again, no problem, I'll just go up the road a bit and pull into the local community college parking lot and check the message.
It was less than a 1/2 mile down the road where I pulled into the lot, took off my helmet, gloves and jacket (it was quite warm still), got out my cell phone and dialed my voice mail.
While waiting to retrieve the message, I heard a sound like a scooter approaching... turning around I saw EK, hunkered down and zooming by (in the same direction that I was going). I waved at her, but she was focused on the road.
"What the?..." I wondered. When my voice mail connected, it had been EK, explaining that she was AT THE INGLES on her way home!
From EK's perspective at the Ingles:
"OMG! I can't believe I wrote 14! There's no golf course on 14! What was I thinking? I better call him before he leaves. He didn't answer. WTH??? OMG - THERE HE GOES! Oh, no - he's headed for 14! C'mon Evil Kitty - let's show that fat 250 cc what your little 80ccs can do! We can catch him!"
So, now we have EK in the lead, on her 80cc Evil Kitty thinking she is chasing me down. And me, having to put all my stuff back on and catch up to her (hopefully before 14). There are lots of stop lights, so this shouldn't be a problem.
Well, that was the plan at least. She must have hit every stop light green, because I know I hit every damn one of them on the red. No sign of EK. Ten miles later I turn right onto highway 14, still no joy.
14 is a two lane with lots of long hills, so I thought I would catch her. Or I would find the golf course. But since I couldn't remember where the course was, I had to keep a close eye out so I didn't miss it!
Well, I did see her - about 7 miles later. The speed limit is mostly 55 and there are no traffic lights for a long time, so with the long up hills, finally I spot her. Traffic between us thins as people turn off (or pass her) and I am now behind her.
From EK's perspective on 14:
"Is that a yellow scooter coming up behind me? It couldn't be him - he's IN FRONT OF ME! THERE'S NO WAY I PASSED HIM! But, wait... THAT helmet - I KNOW that helmet! HOW DID HE DO THAT?
"We are out in the country, so there aren't a lot of place to pull off. I figure she will stop at a gas station we frequent up the road and she does.
First words out of my mouth are, "So... just WHERE IS this magical golf course?" - to which she doubles over laughing and proceeds to explain to me that she wrote the wrong road on the note. And we are now about 35 miles from home...
We take a break before starting back.
"You still love me?" she coyly asks?
"Yes, dear. Can we go home now?"
"Yes, let's go home. I'm really tired from pushing EK so hard trying to catch you. Sure took you long enough to catch us though! Slow poke..."
On the way home, there is a golf course - almost right next to the Ingles mentioned previously. Yeah - WAY back there...
The day lives in our memories as the "Come find me!" day fondly!
