episode 137: adjustment

"uncle fatmarc?"

"yes, Jake?"

"My pee-pee is up."
silence.
"Uncle fatmarc?"

"uh, yeah?"

"My pee-pee is up."

I looked out of the back seat window of the car, where I was helping my young nephew get strapped into his car seat, only to see my brother and sister in law laughing their asses off. I continued, " Jake, buddy there are a lot of things that I can help you with but I'm not touching that one."

Luckily, my brother in law interceded and explained," Jake doesn't like his gear facing up with the buckle on his car seat. It kinda jams him all up"

With I huge sigh of relief, I told Jake, "okay dude, " as I unbuckled the car seat, "go ahead and move your junk."

Jake, as if wanting me to share in his pain, promptly kicks me in the junk, with a swinging foot. In my new soprano voice, "hey, buddy no need to be kicking uncle fatmarc in the junk, I get what you are saying."

Jake took his hand, jammed it up the leg of his shorts, and made an adjustment. "that's better he said to me."

Then I hear my 2 year old nephew in his cute little voice say, "my pee pee is up." I feel my face get covered in red, as I fear going through this entire routine again, as now all the outlaws have gathered to watch me squirm. Luckily, Monkey interceded, "Justin, you have a diaper on, your junk is just fine."

Justin looks at me with a shit eating grin laughing, in his wee little mind, I know he was saying, "I got you uncle fatmarc, ha, ha, ha."
With that, we loaded up the mini and headed home from the narrows, just north of Annapolis where we enjoyed an afternoon of eating crabs on the water. It was good to see the family. I had a bit of boo boo belly, not sure if it was the sushi from the night before or the three hour tour of fairhill I did with the boys earlier that morning (Me, Fitzy, Amazin' Andrew, Kurtee, Jay Jay, Papa Smurf, Leo (dezguyz), E-town) that had me all jacked up.

I'll admit, through the first hour, where I tried to hit as many climbs as I could, I was turning the pedal with some aggression, I felt pretty good, and wanted to keep things moving. Shortly after that, as the ride came across more evenly flowing trail, and I started to tire out, the group really picked up. I found myself hanging on for dear life on our final accent up 5 bridges and back to the fatmarc homestead.

all in all a pretty spectacular day, and the chocolate milkshake from the crab deck, advertised as the best in town, was pretty damn good. I didn't have anything to compare it to, so I can't say it was the best in town just yet, but it was pretty damn good.

stay in school.

respect.

fatmarc