Someone "manned" up and suggested a mountain bike ride on Saturday. After one busted - and fixed - derailleur cable (always carry a leatherman), one lost ride "leader", one bonked college freshman, and 25 miles of singletrack, we finally wander out of the woods. I had to call the boss twice to re-evaluate when I'd arrive home. The day ended with a potluck at the aforementioned ride "leader's" house (with a didgeridoo concert at the Monkey's request). Not a bad way to spend a nice fall day.
Feeling bad for abandoning the family all day yesterday, I bailed on the 'cross racing thing and went for a bike ride with the Monkey instead. We stopped at the park to play soccer, but he only lasted 5 minutes before saying he wanted to ride his bike some more. No complaints from his dad. He suffered one minor crash but immediately jumped back on and kept rolling.
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I seem to remember being made fun of for carrying a Leatherman. Interesting.
Didn't you wear it at a wedding? With a tux? I suppose they might have needed help cutting the cake.
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