In which I improvise to compensate for a lack of preparation…
I have everything I need for an all morning ride. I depart early, enjoy the outing, and eagerly anticipate a shower and lunch. Meanwhile, Mrs. Pondero leaves the house to run errands, and I return without a key to a locked house.
I sit on the front porch in the breezy shade and cool down. Craving food, I ponder eating the Clif bar tucked away in my bag. Ugh…not that desperate yet. Maybe if I take a couple of photos of the bike, Mrs. Pondero will return and I’ll get real food. She doesn’t return.
I realize that “no key” doesn’t mean “no transportation”. So I pedal about 3-4 more miles down to the nearest grill. I have me a perfect gas station cheeseburger, and think that being prepared is not always the best thing.
Pondero 
There was a place in Missoula. The Mo Club. For like two bucks you could get a frosted Pabst mug and a burger.1984. I thought I was, but I really wasn't that prepared. I wouldn't trade those times for a second.
please tell me that the burger had yellow mustard, green relish and fried onions!!
There is a REASON that Quicktrip gas stations around DFW are putting in bike racks! Two hot dogs for $2…
Fortuituon at its best.
Anonymous- It had all that and more. If you ate one of the eggs in the weird jar behind the counter, you got a free beer.
i love pickeled eggs!!
Hungry cyclists are certainly resourceful, especially after a ride!
I use cycling as a means to justify my eating, sometimes. Or is it all the time? :)Glad to note you're enjoying the milder weather we are experiencing – not including today!Paz 🙂