OK, far enough down the thread for me to expose my stupidity.

I ride my bike to work every day. So I planned two indulgences for my birthday today: I would drive to work, and I would work on my own bicycle—something I’ve been putting off for too long.

I was remarkably far along with this plan before I realized that if I drove to work, I would not have my bicycle there to work on. Mr. w convinced me that it was OK to put the bike in the truck, drive to work, and have the best of both worlds. Seemed really weird to me, but I got used to the idea pretty quickly.

I can’t blame age for my dimwittedness. Mr. w, who was watching and waiting for me to realize what I was doing [and managing not to laugh], is much older.