“Peanut butter Jelly…Peanut butter Jelly…Do the Peanut Butter Jelly with a Baseball Bat!” My cell phone rang. I forgot to put it on vibrate before the ride. It was 10am. I was on the rivet, just about to be schooled on Steep Creek Road, as the name implies, a climb in Northern Kentucky. Again it rang. “Peanut butter Jelly…Peanut butter Jelly…do the Peanut Butter Jelly with a Baseball Bat,” sang from my jersey pocket. I had to answer, if only to spare my Sunday Iffy Ride companions from my Family Guy ringtone (play video above to hear what I'm talking about.)
Me: Hello? (huff…puff)
JJ: Joe? It’s Jon Jon. (a young coworker working on the weekend)
Me: What’s (huff) up?
JJ: Are you riding your bike or something?
Me: Yeah. (huff) I’m on a hill (huff) in Northern Kentucky.
JJ: Ha! Sorry man. I can’t find that sponsor file.
Me: I (huff) emailed it to ya. (huff) Check your (huff) work email.
JJ: Oh yeah. Cool. I’ll get it there. Thanks.
Me: No prob. See ya later.
“Peanut butter Jelly…Peanut butter Jelly…do the Peanut Butter Jelly with a Baseball Bat,” jammed out from my jersey again. "Son of a…," I thought. But, it still made me laugh. You guessed it, I was on climb number two of the day, again about to be gapped and nearly wheezing like a donkey.
Me: (5 seconds of wind noise and fumbling) Hello? (huff/wind noise)
Char: Joe Joe! It’s Charlie! You riding?!
Me: Yeah. (huff) On the Iffy Ride. (huff)
Char: Oh! I was just calling to see if you wanted to ride, but you’re already riding, that’s funny.
Me: Yeah. (huff)
Char: Okay. Have a good ride.
Me: Thanks. (huff) See you (huff) later.
Char: Later.