Yesterday my youngest son suggested that we hit the bike trail. With our oldest son’s basketball game, the first lady’s plans to spend the early evening with her girlfriend at the MGM and my boy’s request to see The Lego Batman Movie for the second time, we really didn’t have time to hit the campaign trail yesterday. Thankfully we didn’t force it because the weather on President's Day was even better than yesterday.
February isn’t typically the start of cycling season, but when you get a 70 degree day you have to take advantage of it. Our last ride was October so my wife and I planned to take the boys on a 6 – 8 mile bike ride for our first outing. My youngest pushed the pace as well as the distance and we ended up riding just over 13 miles which was a great opening season ride. Things went great until around the 10 mile mark. I was on FaceBook Live broadcasting our family ride and I heard my wife scream for me to stop. It was one of those screams where you just know something just went horribly wrong. I panicked, slam on breaks and damn near went over my handle bars crashing on the right side of the trail. My wife and kids caught up to me and with great concern, “I said what happened. Is everything okay?”
My wife looked at me and said our youngest son had an itch and she needed me to stop. I just shook my head and thought to myself, an itch? Really? Well at least my son was okay. It won’t be the last time I eat some asphalt.