Urban Ultrathon

First, the rumors are true: I've been on my bike. But, only for a limited time. You see, I apparently entered my first urban ultrathon. Here's how this sporting event works. First, you fry your transmission on your pickup truck, rendering it useless. Forced to bike to your child's house to pick him up and take him to school, you blow your back tire while crossing the Mississippi River. After limping along on the bike for half a mile, you lock it up and hop a bus that dumps you about a mile from your kid's house. From there, you grab your bicycle helmet and run the final mile to the house, arriving a sweaty mess. You play with your kid, get him some breakfast, then walk to the coffee shop where he gets his favorite sprinkle donut. Then, both of you hop on another city bus to his school. After dropping the kid, you hop back on a bus, then a train, and arrive at the truck rental place, where you rent a ten foot moving truck. You hop in the truck, drive to your old office and load up all the remaining furniture and boxes, say hello to your old landlord, and head off to move the furniture into storage.

All this before 9:00 a.m., which is a new record in the event. We'll see what happens tomorrow, but for now I have to retrieve my bike and take the truck in for treatment, all post urban ultrathon clean up.