Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
My last post discussed my glorious reunion with my Garmin 305. Found in a corner, shivering, grasping to life. We nursed her back to health and she seemed happy to be back with us once again. I tried to ease her back into society on a short bike ride but she would have none of it. There was no power to her at all. I performed surgery to see what made her tick and managed to get her heart started once again.
A couple rides into her recovery plan, she got temperamental with me and turned off in the middle of a ride. That was the final straw. The romance needed to come to an end. After all, I had my eye on a cute little Garmin 500 for some time now. After a brief conversation with a friend, the fine folks at Garmin in Kansas City shipped me my new love and she arrived yesterday.
I took her out and checked her out, but I needed to get going on my ride. The new Garmin 500 wasn't quite ready for her maiden voyage so I decided to allow Miss 305 one last fling. We took off on our ride and everything seemed normal. But she knew...Oh yes, she knew.
Somehow, unbeknownst to me, she must have ordered explosives for her one last mission. A suicide bombing to take me out. She just couldn't go on without me. As I turned the corner and rode by the park -- KABLOOIE!!! She exploded and parts of her bounced off me and I screamed at the horror. All that was left was bits and pieces of her still attached to the bike and the rest of her was scattered for half a city block.
But she failed. I'm still alive. I'll move on with Miss 500. I hope and pray it will be a long relationship without such a psychotic ending. RIP Miss 305, it was quite an exit from this world.