That Silly Husband

Okay, so Andrew is usually pretty logical. I've never really seen him have too strong of an attachment to something material. I'm usually the one who has to be talked some reason into when it comes to saving old, useless things that just take up space. That's why I just couldn't believe this whole bike thing. Let me explain. Andrew had this bike on his mission. I understand good times were had with this bike. But now...things have changed. The plastic stuff on both handlebars has fallen off, leaving them very sticky. So, Andrew wrapped old dish rags around the handles to get rid of this problem. And gosh, who cares how it looks. Also, the tires are awful. They go flat within an hour. Everytime he wants to ride it, he has to pump up the tires. But, apparently that's not a large price to pay. He used to ride it to college like this in Logan. I was terribly embarassed for him. He didn't care. I desperately tried to talk him into getting rid of it or at least DIing it, so then someone else can reap all the joy and benefits of owning that bike. But no. We just had to move it down with us to St. George, even though there was NO room for it. Doesn't matter, we'll make room. So we had to have his bike sitting right there with us on the front porch of our upstairs apartment. Gosh. Well, when we decided to decorate the front porch for Halloween, even he agreed that it didn't look very holiday appropriate to have a crappy old bike sitting in the way of everything. So...I thought maybe he'd get rid of it. No. We have a backyard sort of. But it's full of junk that everyone throws back there. Like old mattresses and high chairs and garbage. (Yeah, we don't have the cleanest neighbors.) Andrew was not about to throw his beloved bike back there amongst the trash, because he thought someone might take it. Heaven for bid. So he decided to bungee it to the front railing on the stairs to our apartment. He thinks that this way people will think that its not up for grabs and it belongs to someone. Who cares if it's weird and strange and mostly really trashy to bungee your bike to a rail. So now it just sits there and I don't even know what the neighbors must think about it, but we've had no complaints. We live in a miniature Tijuana, so it's just typical to have odd things laying about everywhere. So that's the story of the bike, and my husband that I love.