After checking out of the vacation rental on the North Shore last week, Courtenay and I rode down to Honolulu while everyone else drove. It was raining, the roads were muddy, the drivers were in a bad mood, and the route sucked. The first ten miles took us part way up a portion of the highway called â€œpineapple hillâ€ because at the summit is the Dole Pineapple Plantation. Right around there is when Courtenay decided to stop, eat, complain about something (Normally she can whine while riding, but this was a moaning session that went beyond either of our multitasking skills.), and wipe the dirt and water off her glasses so she could see again. It was me, however, who saw the big prize! As soon as we started riding again I saw a little green note plastered to the road with water â€“ a FIFTY DOLLAR BILL!!!
[left: Courtenay during our B&M (bitch and moan) session on the side of the road]
Unfortunately, we still had two hours of awful, wet, dirty, dangerous riding left, and really all the $50 bill did was get me to start scanning all the litter on the side of the road (there was plenty), which was exhausting and likely unsafe.
The part of this event that is particularly funny (to me anyway) is that Courtenayâ€™s brother and sister frequently comment on how captivating her story telling can be. They tell her that when she sees people falling asleep she should throw in, â€œand then I found $5â€ â€“ just to reclaim attention. A few weeks ago, she did find a $5 bill laying in a parking lot (see the video below for our on-the-spot reenactment), but the story still left her siblings cloudy eyed.
â€œMaybe you need to find a bigger bill,â€ they told her. â€œTry $20, and if you still canâ€™t make the story interesting, make it a $50 bill.â€
So when we showed up at Courtenayâ€™s brotherâ€™s apartment, we told the story of the $50 bill. Then we tried to tell them about the rest of the ride â€“ like how we stopped at Jamba Juice because we ran out of the granola bars and PB&J we had packed â€“ but once the money line had been revealed the story was no longer interesting. The punch line just came too early.