my wife called me at work to let me know my son's pumpkin was all rotten inside when they went to cut it .. could i get him another one on the way home?
i guess she forgot i took the bike...
no problem, i've got one of those bungee web things from bike bandit, strapped the pumpkin on the back seat and away we went.
got a few wierd looks at stoplights (whatsa matter, never seen a punkin on the back of a bike before?)
told my wife apparently she's not as big as a pumpkin, since i had to scoot forward more than when she's on there. ( i thought that'd be a compliment?) oh well...