I've got a friend that we call "Milk Bone" because when we have a group sprint due to a dog he's always the slowest.
Anyway, I was riding last night south of town and decided it was getting close to that dangerous time for cyclists to be on the road, so I took the City Trail home. About half way accross town I see a familiar rider up ahead. it's MIlk Bone...... with his girl friend Niki.......and what the heck is this? Milk Bone has one of those little trailers for kids on the back of his bike.
As I come up behind them and say hi, we all three came to a stop. I get a closer look at the trailer and it's not a kid I see inside, it's Niki's little lap dog. I look at Milk Bone with a look that says "you are soooo busted", and he looks at me as if to say, "Puhleeeese Grampy, don't tell the guys."
Here is my dilema..... should I tell the guys? Or hold it over Milk Bone for the next hundred years?