Jacob: Hey, hey Jan, remember this??
Jan: Jacob, I have no time for your games.
After which Jan dropped Jacob. And his pull at the front also dropped himself. After this epic pull, he cycled home and grabbed his backpack and cycled north towards his second home.
Jacob: So this is what it would be like to ride while pregnant, with twins…
Thankful that he wasn’t a seahorse, yet secretly wondering what it’s like to have something growing in your belly, and then pondering what he could eat live that could give similar sensations, Jacob was mercifully caught up to by Jan Ullrich.
Jacob: Jan! My man! Welcome back.
Jan: Thanks, what’s with the backpack?
Jacob: I’m cycling back to my house for spring-break. This way I don’t have to get picked up. The self-sufficiency is empowering.
Jan: Yes. That must be heavy.
Jacob: Yes, pushing all this extra weight around isn’t a piece of cake.
Jan: Are you implying something?
Jacob: No, I’m just saying, it’s one tough cookie.
Jan: Jacob, please stop these jokes.
Jacob: Sorry Jan.
Jan: Thank you.
Jacob: Sorry with a cherry on top.
Jan: That’s it, I’m leaving.
Jacob: Well that’s just the icing on the cake…
After which Jan dropped Jacob. And so our young encumbered hero rode home alone, his muscles growing rapidly with having to push around the dead weight.
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