So Jeremy and Mat went riding (dirt bikes) on Saturday at the crack of dawn. Jer was so excited he couldn't think of anything non-dirt related for the few days leading up to it. The weather was perfect (mid 80s!), the wives agreed (more like conceded) and he knew they were gonna have a blast.
Friday night, after the kids were in bed, he began the tasks of prepping his dirt bike (I think that meant changing fluids, etc) and getting the trailer out and hooked up. He wanted to do this earlier in the daylight. But I had squashed that idea so that we could have family time. I deemed his "man time" to begin when the kids were asleep. Finally his time arrived. So off he ventured outside.
About an hour passed and he came in fuming and mumbling and rudely interrupted my rare zen TV vegging moment. I finally got him to speak in audible and clear sentences...well half sentences at least. It went something like this "Lost Pin! Broken Gate! I told you! Needed day light! Stupid Fence! Ripped Off! Flat tire!" Then the tornado blew out as fast as it blew in. I reluctantly arose and figured I better chase after him. I found him in the garage still fuming and mumbling. I couldn't decipher what happened other than he didn't want to talk about it and he was ticked at the world. I was focusing less on the conversation and more on trying to contain my inappropriate timing of laughter. However, I did clearly get the clue that there was physical damage and thus monetary reprecussions. Then about 11pm, the Ashworths came by to inspect the damage and join in the untimely laughter. That's when I heard the full story. I had Jeremy recap it below...
Friday night, after the kids were in bed, he began the tasks of prepping his dirt bike (I think that meant changing fluids, etc) and getting the trailer out and hooked up. He wanted to do this earlier in the daylight. But I had squashed that idea so that we could have family time. I deemed his "man time" to begin when the kids were asleep. Finally his time arrived. So off he ventured outside.
About an hour passed and he came in fuming and mumbling and rudely interrupted my rare zen TV vegging moment. I finally got him to speak in audible and clear sentences...well half sentences at least. It went something like this "Lost Pin! Broken Gate! I told you! Needed day light! Stupid Fence! Ripped Off! Flat tire!" Then the tornado blew out as fast as it blew in. I reluctantly arose and figured I better chase after him. I found him in the garage still fuming and mumbling. I couldn't decipher what happened other than he didn't want to talk about it and he was ticked at the world. I was focusing less on the conversation and more on trying to contain my inappropriate timing of laughter. However, I did clearly get the clue that there was physical damage and thus monetary reprecussions. Then about 11pm, the Ashworths came by to inspect the damage and join in the untimely laughter. That's when I heard the full story. I had Jeremy recap it below...
- Couldn't get to the trailer cuz the sand rail was in the way.
- Had to move the rail..which had a flat tire....which meant I had to push it across the yard
- Couldn't see in the dark, didn't line up properly and literally ripped the RV gate off the wall with the trailer
- Reversed....While backing up knocked over the two garbage cans spilling trash everywhere
- Cleaned up the trash
- One of the garbage cans tore off the valve stem on the trailer tire so it started to go flat
- Cotter pin, which holds the hitch on, fell out in the dark and was lost
- Didn't know this. So trailer fell to the ground, with the hitch attached, when I drove away
- Ran over the sprinkler junction box and tore it up
- Had to get the shovel out and dig new hole and re-bury it
- Went inside and halfway admitted defeat to Katie
- Constructed a "jeremy special" in place of the missing pin
- Attempted to fix the tire, tire jack was at the neighbors, went to get it, they weren't home
- Tire iron for the trailer wouldn't fit to take off the spare tire
- Had to go get a wrench
- Texted Mat - might need your trailer
- Finally fixed tire
- Got my shorts full of grease, hope it comes clean
- Still have a broken gate
- The End
Luckily Jeremy "locked" the gate. Too bad if an intruder looks close, the wall isn't actually attached to the gate. Minor detail.
Jeremy, you have finally given meaning (or should I say, competition) to my life!!
ReplyDeleteFrom Murphy's to Nolie's to Jeremy's Law!!
Murphy's law emerged in its modern form no later than 1952, as an epigraph to a mountaineering book by Jack Sack, who described it as an "ancient mountaineering adage":
Anything that can possibly go wrong, does.