BRUCE! MOOSE!

First, let me say

RICK PUT DOWN YER BOW!!! IT AINT FER REAL!

So we all went on a little mountain biking escapade (it felt more like Jared and Rick were taking their elderly siblings "out" for a day trip) last month. Of course, after we got to the top, Jared & Rick think we should all go down the trail for experienced mountain bikers (it's been 5 years since I've even sat on a bike). What dorks! I thought I was going to die after going down the first slippery, gravely, boulder-laden decline. I knew that a most embarrassing moment of my life was about to happen, and I still don't know how it did NOT, because the bike was too big, and riding straight downhill & turning 180 degrees on the trail quite frankly scares me. I was so-o-o-o glad that Rick and Jared didn't get their jollies at my expense. It seems ridiculous to ride the brake the ENTIRE TIME which is exactly what I did. But I conquered that mountain and I overcame my obstacles. I have to say that in case I ever need an object lesson in the future. (Just kidding Jana!)

But you all know about Bruce's tunnel vision (that's what his family claims they all have, and indeed they do. It's quite amusing.) For instance, last Wednesday, we were going to bed and Bruce got in & was looking all around for something. I finally (trying not to sound irritated)asked him what he needed- to which he replied he was searching for his glasses. Actually, he said "spectacles". (Ben Franklin is the only one I think synonomously with "spectacles") So I looked over at my nightstand for his "specs" and looked back at him to reply in the negative. I painfully regret to say that they were ON HIS FACE. I wanted so so so so much to keep my poker face and wish him well on his search, but I was laughing so hard that all I could do is point to my eyes, and then he got it. I don't tell this story to laugh at him,just to illustrate a point.

So whilst we were biking, Bruce and I lagged somewhat behind the group. Bruce was about 10 yards in front of me whooshing down the mountain (he's such a show-off!) when suddenly, a moose- large in stature but dorky nonetheless- quickly crossed the trail about 10 feet behind Bruce and stood on the opposite edge of the trail, staring straigt into my eyes, holding my attention somewhat and clearly put the ball in my court as to the next move.

Do I ride past furiously?

Do I wait until he leaves?

Do I ride up the mountain and hide in a tree?

Do I wait for him to trample me?

Nope, All I could do was yell BRUCE! MOOSE! Which caught me off guard seein as how it rhymes and all & I had to yell because I thought Bruce should see what it was that finished me off- didn't want to die alone, etc...

Well, I won the staring contest and the moose walked away. And I caught up to Bruce to tell him about my near death experience and he just said "There was a moose on this trail?"! Try about 5 feet behind your bike! So I guess that's what you do next time you see a moose when Bruce is in the distance.

So is it any suprise to you that Bruce didn't see the moose, now? Aren't you glad you stuck it out & read this long, roundabout story now?? Now, go brush your teeth and get in bed. (ooops- sorry, it's a habit now)

Becky