Bike + box + car + airport = ✅

Just a couple of tequilas to celebrate Old Man Cox before a fitfull sleep perforated by nightmares as to whether the 12:40 flight was AM or PM.

A speedy morning's bike dismantling, strapping up, boxing and taping to perfection, before wedging it in Kimberly's monster truck and heading off airport bound.

Smoooooth as!

Until we reach the check-in chap who declared the box was too big and jumped on the phone to his supervisor.

I calmly told him it was within Air Canada's specifications, (suppressing inner screams)...and he responded saying it was only a small airplane.

Who knew 737 Max planes came in "small".

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