Son Chris calls the old man sag service to rescue him and his bike
I was getting ready to go for a little bike ride yesterday after work. The phone rang and it was Son Chris, calling for the sag wagon. Now he's in his early thirties, and in great shape, he can normally drop me like a hot horseshoe anytime he wants when we are out riding together. Why is he calling me for help?
I guess he just didn't want to push his motorcycle (out of gas) the last eight miles home!
He's a great guy, glad I was able to help...
It's all downhill from here. Except the parts that are uphill.