Humbug, Foiled Again

My tracker did not work today since my route was through the bowels of Tijeras Canyon wherefrom few radio signals can successfully propagate.
I had a prescription awaiting me at Sam's Club in Albuquerque and had decided to use that for my excuse to ride today and would have made a little over 20 miles had I done the entire route.
Trouble is, like Rush Limbaugh, I rattle around with "half my brain tied behind my back" - not intentionally for me though.  I just can't seem to locate the useful half of my brain much of the time.
I calculated if I started my ride by 2:00 PM, and drive the trike down to Tijeras and ride from there and back, I should have sufficient time to make my grandson's Eagle Court of Honor by 6:00 PM.
The ride through Tijeras to Albuquerque's East Side is not overly hilly, and all the snow and ice are now gone temporarily, but there were a lot of red cinders and salt on the shoulders from all the recent snow plowing and sanding for winter weather.  Street sweepers seem to go dormant in the wintertime so cycling is increasingly hazardous not only due to inclement weather but the efforts of road maintenance to deal with it.
So I bounced along olde Route 66 right to the mouth of the canyon entering Albuquerque, riding in the gravelly shoulder most of the way to decrease my chances of getting creamed by a cell-phone challenged driver.  Just as I got there, Jacque called me on the phone and reminded me the Eagle ceremony (the first Eagle Scout in my family that I know of) was scheduled for FOUR O'clock and NOT six.  As she reminded me of this discrepancy in my schedule, it was then a few minutes after 3:00 and no way was I going to make it to the pharmacy and back in time, so I begged her to make an exception for my lame brain and snatch a clean shirt and come pick me up so we might possibly make it on time.
She did, and luckily so for me:  I had earlier this morning texted HER to remember the time for the FOUR O'clock Court of Honor.  By afternoon my mush-brain had bollixed the time to 6 and my abortive optimism knew no bounds.  She came through for me anyway, and we arrived well before anyone but the  scoutmaster who was just opening the building.  Whew.
It was tough on this old Grandpa to listen to Grandson's well wishers and speakers who described with detail what a wonderful young man he was and what a dedicated Scout.  Tough, all right:  Only 2 or 3 buttons popped off my shirt as I swelled with admiration for my high achieving grandson.
Even with the aborted full length of the planned trip I was surprised at the miles racked up before rescue:  Almost 10.... kewl.  Maybe I'll get my stamina and legs back before I die of old age.

Beginning Battery Voltage:  12.8        Ending Voltage: 12.7
Lowest Temp  62 F      Highest Temp:  63 F
Stats from the GPS: Total Miles:  9.91
Overall average speed            Moving Avg               Max Speed
  7.0 MPH                                7.8 MPH                    24.2 MPH
Total Trip time                       Moving Time             Stopped Time
1 hour  25 mins                     1 hour 16 mins           8 mins 43 secs