Thanks for the bike pump

Yesterday, I borrowed someone's bike pump without asking permission.... 

Since Heidi's older brother, Dan, went back to Houston for the Summer, he left us with most of his stuff, including his bike.  I've ridden the bike to work the last several days (now that it's finally stopped raining), which amounts to more riding in the last 3 days than I've done since I was 13 (I rode a lot when we lived in Washington, but that died out quickly once we got to Portland.... and honestly who rides bikes outside in Houston?), meaning that my legs have been incredibly sore.

However, yesterday I decided that, despite being out of shape, riding that bike was harder than it really should have been, so I checked the tires.  Sure enough, they were somewhere between full and flat, not giving the bike quite as much support as they should.  So, at the next bike rack area I stopped at on BYU campus, I scoured the racks for a bike with a bike pump strapped to the frame.  Sure enough, I found one.

I looked around clandestinely, didn't see anyone coming, and checked my watch.  It was 9:50, so assuming the owner of the bike (and bike pump) were a student, I had just a couple minutes before that student might be coming out to claim his/her bike - and catch me using his/her pump.

I quickly unstrapped the pump from the bike, hustled over to my (Dan's) bike and pumped both tires as fast as I could, looked around to check for anyone coming, then quickly returned the pump to the bike.

Thankfully, the owner didn't show up.  However, someone else came to claim their bike and I'm sure they were wondering what I was doing... but oh well.  I got the tires filled up, the bike rides much better now, and I didn't have to explain to some stranger why I was using their bike pump without permission.