Tennis Under the Moon

11pm, and my road bike demanded attention. I flatted earlier in the week. Although I had a spare set of wheels, I wanted to switch to my originals. Having just finished working on my son's bike rack yet again, I was ready. Like a surgeon with his tray of instruments, mine were laid out on a towel draped perfectly over precious (my ping pong table). And that's when my wife opened the door, both she and the dog looking at me with eyes deep in fear as she said the chickens had just possibly clucked their last song. 

My dog Ike growled, ready for the fight. I dropped my Allen wrench, and quickly contorted left and right for a formidable weapon. Forget the flashlight, if you go after my hens this rooster will get you blind or not. So Ike and I tear outside ready for battle. He barking ferociously while I held fast with my kid's mighty might junior neon color tennis racket. Swinging that baby under the moon as I tore down our starlit hill I was ready to spank some skunk or raccoon a$$. Hey, I have a wicked forehand, you should be scared.

What we found were all our chickens roosting, snuggled up for bed, wondering where the tennis match was. Fantastic. So I closed up their coop and pen and brought back fresh eggs, cradled on my strings of course.

Chickens were safe, my bike was ready, and most important my son's bike was also ready. Mom is not happy if our son is screaming down our steep hill with a trumpet brake. Literally. Earlier in the week his seat came loose so he ended up squishing the trumpet case down on the rack, which rubbed against the rear tire. My son being innovative rode home that day with his trumpet on his handlebars. Yep, I'm a proud papa! 

So after last nights adventure, I was in bed by midnight. 5 hours later I was dressed to ride. Muir woods? Ocean beach? Headlands? Nope. Straight shot into San Francisco with the Raiders. As I sit here at muchobucks, my son sent me a text saying "Thanks dad, you're the best!" 

I'm all smiles. The balls in my court and I'm ready to serve up some more aces.