I`m going to travel back in time...waaay back, decades ago, to a time when I was not married and went to the coast alone on my motorcycle.
Being alone, and on a `cycle I traveled light...just a pair of saddlebags...
(Man that was along time ago..! Now my wife has me load half the house in the truck for a week at the beach!)
Anyway...waaay back when...I was doing the early morning pre-trip check on the `cycle, lubricating this-n-that.... My front brake handle control was squeeking...As this was going to see some degree of consistent use, i resolved to give it a shot of good ol` WD-40.... I grabbed my blue & yellow can...the application straw was missing. That lil` red plastic straw that allows you to put just so much in just the right place, without spraying slick WF-40 all over.
I searched, could not find that lil red straw anywhere...
I went to my neighbor.... He had WD-40...
He had no straw either.
Nowadays the straw is affixed to the can, and cannot be lost...This was the long ago ancient past, before such modern improvements.
I tried yet another neighbor..same story...They`ve got the can... cannot find the straw...This is getting ridiculous.
I am seeing my planned early start become a mid-day excursion.
'
Screw it!' I proclaim, and I go ahead and spray WD-40
ALL OVER the brake handle just to get at that squeek .... I wipe off the excess as best I can, and start off....
Several instances of my hand sliding off the brake at crucial moments stop me several times for still more wiping off, but no accidents ensue.
Four hours later, I am at the beach.
I unload, get dressed for sun, and head onto the sand...Carrying a beer to relax.
The sun is hot...I stride to edge of the surf, feeling it come in around my ankles, I tip back the cold brew and drink deeply...
The water recedes...I look down...
There, between my feet, the Atlantic Ocean has deposited ...
A `Lil Red Plastic WD-40 Straw.
Now, I know it is hardly a trip to The Twilight Zone..But..
What are the odds...?
(I still have that straw, too.)
