Junk in my trunk

 I don't know if it's getting older or what it is exactly, but I just feel like I'm not all there some days.  Today was one of those days. 
 
  I have been loaned a really nice mtn. bike.  It just needed some new tires.  So I took it to the bike shop to get it ready for riding this summer.
  
   I'm really excited to get back into mtn. biking, and re-live one of my past passions.  Past, as in about 18 years ago.  I was obsessed with mtn. biking.  I worked at a sporting good store and had an awesome bike.  I lived near lots of trails, and it's just what I did when I was in my late teens and early 20's.  I'd like to say it kept me out of trouble.  Then one day I just quit.  I used the excuse that my bike went out of style.  Once I wasn't working at the store, there were no more super sweet deals.  Being an adult sometimes means not spending more on your mtn. bike than your car.  Nowadays mtn. bikes are full suspension and thousands of dollars.
   SO now that  I have one to use this summer, I am really excited!
I was at the bike shop explaining myself.  I had jammed this mtn. bike into the backseat of my VW Jetta.  A thunderstorm was rolling in while I was trying to remember how to take off the front wheel, because - mind you , it has been like over 15 years now.  I ended up squeezing the front tire off between the brakes, ripping off the brake pad in the process.  So  I rehearsed what my excuse was going to be during the 8 mile drive to the bike shop, so I wouldn't look like such an idiot.
  Well, they got me all taken care of, instructed me on how to take off the front wheel, and got me ready to roll.
  While checking out, the salesperson asked me if I needed help getting the bike back into my car.  I said " Na, I got it."  He then  asked me if my back seat folded down, and if so I could put it in through my trunk.  My response "  yeah, I got too much junk in my trunk".  Then I broke out laughing hysterically.  He didn't.  He just said " I know what you mean".