Forgetting about things only gets worse as we get older. I once rode my new, one week old, Schwinn mountain bike to my sons wood shop to stop in and say hi. When I got there I leaned it up against the front of his F-250 pickup because the kick stand wouldn't hold the bike up on the gravel. While there, he asked me to deliver his trailer load of sawdust, which his pickup was hooked to, so that he could get home earlier that night. Well, after putting the tarp on the load, I hopped in and took off. I totally forgot the bike was there and couldn't see it over the high hood. What a horrible sound that was. I thought his transmission blew or something. When I got out of the truck I saw what happened, well what I called myself, I can't print here. The bike was totally destroyed. The funny part was when my son came out to see what happened, he told me I was grounded for a week, because that's what I did to him when he was little and I backed over his bike that he left laying in the driveway years ago. He couldn't stop laughing.
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