Pedals Turned in Pleasantness
Gabe has wanted to ride his bike to school for quite a while now. I told him it had to be 50 degrees outside, otherwise he'd be too cold. Well, this morning it was. So we packed up and went. At first Gabe wanted to be in front all the time, like he was racing me. Then he got nerved up about the cars. Then he just wanted to be done. But he did great and I'm very proud of him. It's nearly 2 miles each way. There's even a little hill that he just slipped right up. It seems that the general clumsiness of our family will rule out baseball or basketball, but perhaps I can groom him into a cycling prodigy and he can be the nex Lance Armstrong. No, wait, Lance is an asshole. How bout the next Tyler Hamilton? He's just so nice. On TV, Phil Liggett always talks about "pedals turned in anger," but we had a very pleasant time. Probably cuz we're not all drugged up on EPO, amphetamines, and "pot belge."

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