This week I’ve been biking to drop off my kids at camp, then on to work, and reversing the process on the way home. Tonight I let the kids take the short route through our neighborhood, and I took a longer route to get in a good hill climb (5th overall on Poplar Dr, Timber to Tracy!). Well, my older son has always wanted to beat me to the top of the hill on our street, and since I went around the long way, up an even bigger hill, and met him at the top, he finally got there before me. “I beat you,” he says. “But I went the long way around, up an even bigger hill,” I say. Then he gives me this slightly condescending “you’re still an awesome biker” remark, with a thumbs-up (but I know he’s thinking “but I still beat you!”). I see Cat 6 in his future.
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