The family that bicycles together earns a big breakfast together!
Would you believe we all got up at five this morning to go for a bicycle ride with the Trail Trash? I didn’t think you would, so I took a photo to prove it. Donna took grandson Quentin to a nearby park while Gregory, Beth, Taylor, and I met up with Mary Anne, Chris, and Darrell for a 16-mile ride, the highlight of which was Chris’ flat tire, which would have been a problem if Gregory and family hadn’t been there.
How’s that again? Well, Gregory was riding my hybrid, and it just happens I keep a spare tube in the emergency bag under the saddle – the same size tube as the one that blew out on Chris’ hybrid. Semper paratus!
After our ride we reassembled at Shlomo & Vito’s Delicatessen for a great breakfast. Now we’re home, preparing for the next bout of fun. Gregory’s going to take his family to the top of Mount Lemon while I smoke ribs and chicken. After an early dinner we’re going to go watch the bats come out from under the Broadway Bridge, then stop at a Vietnamese place for bubble tea. It never stops!
One last photo:
I know it beggars belief, but Quentin is the spitting image of me when I was a sprat (and so was his father). How about that?