Yesterday was a day for bike riding. First thing in the morning, I got up, got ready and headed over to Mom and Dad’s house to pick up Dad. We threw the our mountain bikes on the back of the trusty Camry and headed over to Marshall Canyon for some uphill torture and some downhill bliss. We spend about 30 minutes riding up the hill and about 15 minutes riding down it. The ride was nice with the exception of Dad’s crank arm kept popping off. The first time, as were we working on, a group of rides we passed while they rested and waited for a friend came by, and they asked if we had everything we needed to fix it, or if we needed help. That was so great. I would like to thank them for the offer. I’ve ridden road bike for many years, and in all of my flats at the side of the road, I’ve never been asked if I needed anything.  Anyhow we got Dad’s bike fixed and headed up the road a little more. After a little bit his crank got loose again, so we did another trail side repair and decided to head down the hill. Which is the great thing about Marshall canyon, uphill going downhill coming back, so we warped back to the car, then about an 1/8 of a mile from the car, it came off again, so we just walked it. It was a lot of fun.

Later that afternoon the Little Boy and I are washing the car and our bikes. He did a great job, and was so darn cute with his determination to get the grill of the car completely dry. Anyhow we washed both of our bikes, his first and then mine. Well those shiny bikes just begged to be ridden, so I showed off for the Little Boy some, and did some wheelies in the street. Well he is a Boy so he had to show off to me.  Recently I’ve been working with him to ride his bike without the training wheels, and yesterday he felt it was the day to cement it. He must of worked on it for an hour, riding down the driveway, and he got it! The first time he got it, and knew he got it, he stood up over the bike, put one fist and the air and said “Yeah Baby!”. I don’t know who had a bigger smile, him or me. In true Boy fashion, once he had going forward down, he started working on his skids. I am proud to tell you he pulled off a 7 1/2 long skid (Yes I did measure it).  It was definitely a good day for a ride.