So, as I have said before, I now have a bike. It really does come in handy and cuts down on my commute time to and from work. For some reason, I still walk everywhere else. It would probably be smarter if I biked everywhere, as it is really hot and the bike gets me out of the heat quicker, but I don't. It may be weird, but I feel like I am "cheating" on the bike. Like I'm not working as hard as I would be walking. Which can't be true, because biking is a pretty good workout. One that I like so much, that I sent on a stationary bike inside the gym and pedal away on almost daily. But, I digress.
So, as I was saying, I have a bike. Since I got the bike, I haven't had very good luck with it. The first couple of days I was riding it, the tires needed air. So I fixed that problem. The other day, as I was riding to work, the chain fell off. Now this use to happen a lot to my bike when I was a kid, but it wasn't until it happened to my bike in Afghanistan that I realized, I don't know how to put the chain back on a back. My mom always did that for me. So I walked the bike the rest of the way to work. I got a lot of weird looks from people driving by and riding by on their bikes. They were all kind of staring at me like they didn't think I knew the actual purpose of a bike, as I was walking next to it. Later that day, one of the other Captains in the company put the chain back on for me, and showed me how to do it in the process.
Which brings me to last night. I walked out of the office to go get my bike and ride home. I got to the bike and took the keys off my backpack. As I went to unlock the lock, I realized that the key to the lock wasn't on the key ring. I looked all around on the ground, and retraced my steps back into the building. I figured it had to be there somewhere. I couldn't find it. I went back in my office and searched all over the floor for it there. No luck. I even tried my BJA's key to his lock, thinking that these were Afghan locks and maybe all the keys were the same. Fortunately or unfortunately, however you want to look at it, the Afghan locks have unique keys and can't be opened with just any other Afghan key. So, I did the only thing that I could do. I walked home.
As I was laying in bed last night, I suddenly remembered that the lock I bought came with 2 keys. And while I thought about throwing that extra key away, because I don't need to carry around 2 keys, I didn't. I threw it into the bottom of my sock drawer. So now I was armed with the key that could unlock the bike, and I would be back in business. Since my bike was locked up at the office, I had to walk to work this morning. Of course when I got to work, my other key was sitting on my desk waiting for me. My BJA found it on the ground under his bike. So, now I'm back to having 2 keys again....
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