Monkey butt

7am, Sunday morning.  The phone rings...a pause...it rings again.  Abruptly awoken from his slumber, Jay B. peers drowsily at his cell phone.   The caller is Cristin M.  Still half asleep, he lays his head back down on his pillow.  "If it's an emergency, she'll call again," Jay B. tells himself as he slowly starts to drift off to sleep.  A few moments pass.  Sure enough, the phone rings once more.  "Yep, it's her again," Jay B. mutters as he sleepily answers, "Hey girl, what's up?"  A muffled noise from the other end.  "Jay!  I'm so sorry to wake you.  Can you please come pick me up??  I've been plagued by monkey butt!"

Team aHbe Racer had been riding all day Saturday.  After Abe and Rowe met up with Sammy in San Marcos, they continued on to Poway to pick up Cristin M.  She rode on the back of Abe's bike all throughout North San Diego County: up the 15 freeway, back to San Marcos, across the 78 freeway to Oceanside, then finally down to Carlsbad.  To clarify, the seat on the back of Abe's bike isn't the plush, comfy seat found on the back of touring bikes.  On the contrary, it is a bare-bones, poor excuse for a seat: rigid, uncomfortable, with no back support whatsoever.  Needless to say, Cristin M. could barely walk the next day.

Cristin M.'s mom, who also rides on the back of her husband's bike, characterized her daughter's condition: monkey butt.  According to the Urban Dictionary, it's "a term used in the motorcycle world to define what your butt looks like after a long ride..."

So on that early Sunday morning, Cristin M. could not fathom the thought of riding the nearly 100 miles back home on the back of Abe's bike.  Team aHbe Racer came to the conclusion that help was needed from their church family group.  "What's he saying??" Rowe anxiously inquired as Cristin M. awaited Jay B's decision.  "Wait...he's thinking," Cristin M. replied, still on the phone.  A brief interlude ensued as Jay B. weighed his options, groggily sitting on the edge of his bed: should I just sleep in, tell her to find another way?? or drive the 100 miles to help my sister in Christ from impending doom??  "Okay...give me a few moments to get ready," Jay B. acquiesced.  "I should be there in an hour or so." 

Jesus says, "Love one another...put your life on the line for your friends."  Sometimes this means foregoing sleep, driving far away early in the morning, to save a sister from monkey butt, as the wheels are spinning...