Naw. Just get him some of those magic "supple tires" & he'll drop you half way up the hill. Be careful what you wish for.
dougP On Monday, March 15, 2021 at 8:32:59 PM UTC-7 Bicycle Belle Ding Ding! wrote: > You guys are funnier than I am. > > Baby Bear needs a racing Platypus, don’t you think? That green one might > do the trick - we need a catchy name. We’ll wait at the bottom of Killer > Hill for roadies to appear and then we’ll throw down the gauntlet. Or > something. What do you call a gathering of Platypuses? > > Sent from my iPad > > On Mar 15, 2021, at 7:27 PM, dougP <doug...@gmail.com> wrote: > > > > Joe: > > > * "When he gets close I close my mouth, slow my breathing and smile at him > so he won’t know I am actually about to die. He averts his eyes but he does > say hi."* > > *That's a stone cold assassin right there. Obliterated him! * > > Do NOT mess with this woman! Matching luggage beats matching kit every > time. > > doug > > On Monday, March 15, 2021 at 6:57:59 PM UTC-7 Ray Varella wrote: > >> I think you should change the title to “the power of the ruby slipper”. >> >> Ray >> >> On Monday, March 15, 2021 at 3:25:51 PM UTC-7 Roberta wrote: >> >>> Well, I guess that's one story he won't be telling his wife: "beautiful >>> raspberry bike, with raspberry helmet, RandiJo bag, gloves and Hydro-flask >>> just whirled by me UP KILLER HILL. But I did beat the little one." >>> >>> I say give it a year for the little one. >>> >>> LOVE the story (and all the raspberry). >>> >>> On Sunday, March 14, 2021 at 11:41:36 PM UTC-4 Bicycle Belle Ding Ding! >>> wrote: >>> >>>> [image: 269F6687-1E73-4DC9-ABC6-A84D0D1AE0A9.jpeg]Today Baby Bear >>>> (he’s 12) accompanied me on a ride. We were just beginning our ascent of >>>> Killer Hill when we noticed a roadie up ahead. He was on the path, and not >>>> the road, and his Lycra was rather tight. He had the glasses, the carbon, >>>> the kit - he was telling the world he was LEGIT. I wasn’t buying it. I >>>> looked at my son, who was looking at me and mirroring my expression. >>>> >>>> “Let’s get him,” I said. >>>> >>>> Now, let me set this scene for you. My son is about 60 pounds. He’s >>>> piloting a 45 cm Clem H with a large Nitto rear rack and basket, and a >>>> couple of handlebar bags. Huge 2 inch Kenda tires on those heavy stock >>>> Clem >>>> wheels. His bike weighs half his body weight, I’ll bet. And worse, he’s >>>> out >>>> of practice. He used to dance up that hill, but he doesn’t negotiate >>>> Killer >>>> Hill much these days (my kids are in virtual school so no bike >>>> commute)...but facts be darned, we’ve decided. >>>> >>>> Baby Bear has a strong start, and I follow behind. He rings his bell to >>>> alert the roadie to our presence. The roadie is NOT expecting anyone else >>>> to be climbing this hill on a bike, and especially not passing him, so it >>>> doesn’t compute and he misses it. I give him two pretty Spurcycle dings >>>> and >>>> an “on your left” and then he knows. We shoot past him at a higher speed >>>> than we’d ever normally take and again, exchange looks, this time worried >>>> ones. Our incline is rapidly increasing and we are going too fast. We have >>>> 3/4 of a mile to go. Baby Bear is standing on his pedals and breathing >>>> hard. >>>> >>>> “Well, we’re committed now,” I tell him. And I mean it. I can’t slow >>>> down even if it kills me. I’m going to ride my raspberry racing Platypus >>>> up >>>> Killer Hill with my Saddlesack and unicorn Platypus pin and if I go into >>>> cardiac arrest at the top it will have been worth it. >>>> >>>> I don’t realize I’ve dropped my kid. When I do, I see that he has been >>>> passed by the roadie after he (OH COME ON) stopped to take a drink of >>>> water. The roadie and his unfortunate Lycra are now in the middle of a >>>> Peterson sandwich. >>>> >>>> I’m separated from my son; I can no longer see him, and it worries me. >>>> I can see the roadie clearly, though, and he’s still coming. Mother of the >>>> Year here, I have a tough choice to make. >>>> >>>> And I make it. >>>> >>>> Breathless and exhausted, I stop at the top of the hill and watch the >>>> roadie approach. He will know I’m waiting for my son now and that I have, >>>> indeed, won. When he gets close I close my mouth, slow my breathing and >>>> smile at him so he won’t know I am actually about to die. He averts his >>>> eyes but he does say hi. After a long while, Baby Bear comes into view. He >>>> is sheepish about being bested after such a strong start but he also >>>> doesn’t berate me for ditching him. He knows I had to do it. He’s glad I >>>> upheld the family honor; we get each other, Baby Bear and me. If he >>>> couldn’t do it, he knew I was gonna have to. >>>> >>>> Anyway, Baby Bear is going to take on that hill more often so he can >>>> smoke roadies on his QuickGrilver Clem next time. >>>> >>>> Leah >>>> >>>> -- > You received this message because you are subscribed to a topic in the > Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. > To unsubscribe from this topic, visit > https://groups.google.com/d/topic/rbw-owners-bunch/nM4JCOZ3oaI/unsubscribe > . > To unsubscribe from this group and all its topics, send an email to > rbw-owners-bun...@googlegroups.com. > > To view this discussion on the web visit > https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/977842bb-8808-4e38-b415-4358a57d0a47n%40googlegroups.com > > <https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/977842bb-8808-4e38-b415-4358a57d0a47n%40googlegroups.com?utm_medium=email&utm_source=footer> > . > > -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. 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