I asked baby bro if he wanted to ride to the grocery store with me and got a "negative ghostwriter". Totally unexpected, Dad said he'd go, not grocery shopping, but for a ride.
So we're rolling and there's some snow, no problem, we forego the normal sidewalk to the trail routine in favor of roads ... In my head I'm worried once we get to the trails we won't e able to make it far with unstudded tires. We arrive and roll gingerly first, then more to normal. I thought we were going for a short 10 mile ride. Nope. Dad loves it so much it turns out we're doing 35 -- at HIS insistence. I wish I woulda known, woulda worn more than commando jeans :) we stop at a McD's on the way back to warm the toes and a man asks us if it's too cold to ride, "nope", with a cheeky smile he gets from me. He chats me up about his trek with a spring loaded fork and super fat cushioned sprung seat and his "triangle stand" (indoor bicycle trainer) and compliments us on our "Schwinns" :) he also tells us about how he broke his ankle on a ladder two years ago, got a buy-out retirement package from GM, how his wife left him and his kids took off and don't see him anymore. I feel badly. He asks dad if he's divorced. My dad says laughing, "not yet"! I love my dad :) We roll out and 4 miles later stops and asks me to check his rear brake because he thinks it's rubbing. I check and show him it's fine. look at the front of his bike and find I can't even turn the front wheel. There is SNOW PACKED BETWEEN THE TIRE AND FENDER. Dad holds his bike up, I pop off the front wheel, find a stick and clean out the snow- jam. Pop the wheel back on and he's as happy as a little boy, pedaling furiously and explaining as he shakes shakes his head that he thought he was finally getting old, losing his power, his strength. We both are laughing hysterically at what had happened and dad's dramatic reaction and feel grateful and thankful for our health and friendship. By this time we make it to Orchard Lake, where Chief Pontiac (after whom the automobile was named) is buried on Apple Island, and take a few moments to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Dad decides to forego the trail for streets and we're pedaling into a frigid headwind powered by Orchard Lake and our fingers are in so much pain because of it so after 6 miles we walk into a Starbucks for a nice cuppacoffee to warm up and caffeinate our engines. The rest of the ride home is on salted roads (maybe I should cringe here but I'm really okay with it). I get flicked off by 3 dudes in a brand new Benz and throw up a double duce, screaming "peace!" ... and then laugh as I approach them at a red light and they don't know how to react to my non-hostility. Ended the ride off right with a beautiful sunset. "I gotta say, today was a good day." - Ice Cube Photos to prove it happened on my photo stream http://www.flickr.com/amisingh -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch?hl=en.
