I went hiking today with one of my friends and it brought back memories of Hunky J and I biking down Haleakala in 2005. In Maui, they offer a bike tour where you leave at 2:30 am and take a bus for several hours up to the top of Haleakala National Park. Once you get there you go and watch the sunrise and walk around and see the craters. Once they are done showing you the sights of the National Park then you take a bike tour down a long and winding road. It is very steep and you go really fast. They tell you to keep your eyes on the road at all times and to watch the biker ahead of you. Anyways, that is the tour part of the story. The funny part of the story is that Hunky J and I had fallen asleep early the night before b/c of too many mai tai's. I woke up about 9, ordered some food. I then realized that I didn't have tennis shoes or any closed toe shoes for this tour. Yikes! I woke up Hunky J and we left right away to try and find swim shoes, any kind of tennis shoes, whatever, as long as they were closed toe. Well, luck was not on my side or I should say the Hunky J's side. My wonderful husband sacrificed his tennis shoes, which made me look like a clown, so I could go on the tour. He wore his black patent leather dress shoes. I felt so bad. So, here we are in warm-ups, me wearing men's tennis shoes a couple sizes too big and Hunky J's in black dress shoes getting ready to go on this bike ride. When we stopped at the top the driver asked if anybody needed anything. I then found my opportunity to ask if they had any extra closed toe shoes so I could give the Hunky J back his tennis shoes. Okay. It was that statement which led to embarrassing moment #1. When I did that it brought attention to the Hunky J’s nice and shiny black leather dress shoes. Of course, they didn't have a spare so he had to bike down in dress shoes with everyone else now knowing his situation thanks to my big mouth. When we were almost done with the tour, we stopped for breakfast. Once we were done Hunky J went to the van to change his dress shoes for his flip flops. I thought that was kind of dangerous, which brought up, you guessed it, embarrassing moment #2. Once again, I brought attention to the Hunky J’s shoe situation. The guides were standing right beside me, when I was letting my husband know the danger of wearing flip flops on the bike tour. Oh boy, if looks could kill, I would have been dead. The guides didn't say anything b/c they were either: a.)Scared to bring it up, or b.)They felt sorry for him. There wasn't much left of the tour anyways so I guess they let it slide. We ended up having a great time despite the shoe incident but it is a memory that neither one of us will ever forget.
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