It had taken weeks of careful planning. Though the destination had always been known, the route had to be carefully chosen, every turn plotted, every strech understood. One misjudgement, any misdirection and all would be lost.
They spent weeks building their endurance. Their tireless efforts went largly unnoticed. Nobody saw, nobody knew but them. The clicking of gear chains and the whirring of the wheels beneath them as they pedaled urged them to greater and greater lengths. Eventually they would be ready.
When the day finally came, the feeling was as if one was living between a sunset and a sunrise. Never quite light, never quite dark. The journey before them was great, and yet the destination...Sinching their helmet straps, they climbed onto their bikes and rode off on the first half of their journey. The long uphill ride was grueling and pushed them to the limit of their strength, but the allure of their destination kept them going. Mile after mile they pedaled, each foot taking it's turn to push them still onward another few feet.
Finally the goal was in sight! The crossed palm trees gently swayed in the distance. They had made it.
Their bikes fell to the ground as they stumbled inside. And then...oh wonderful aroma...smells of meat and bread mixing in the air...patties cooking on the grill...one small bite...glorious bliss.
Editor's note: After this fateful journey to In-N-Out these brave souls safely made it home with the strength they gained from the hambugers they worked so hard to secure.
4 comments:
haha!ROTFLOL! This story sounds SO FAMILIAR! thank you for omitting their names and protecting their innocence. haha!
haha...there were no names though?
if you really went to In-N-out, then you guys are lucky
oh, i didn't go...it was two other great people who inspired the story.
only you can make a visit to in-N-out into an essay.
only you.
=)
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