Hangin’ with the boys
When I was growing up, my dad always told me, “Don’t sweat the small shit.” I may have taken those words a bit too seriously, because the list of things I take seriously is pretty darn short. So while most people are worried about their careers, money and whatnot..I’m more worried about whether or not I have enough candy in my truck in case I run into these two:
Being a fun uncle is serious business. You’ve gotta constantly be looking for new ways to deliver the perfect combination of wedgies, swirlies, candy, leg punches, hugs and more candy. These two were riding Strider bikes before they were out of diapers,
and this last Christmas they got some “big bikes.” The promise was made that after they got better acquainted with the new bikes, I’d take them on a legit mountain biking trip. When that day finally came, I don’t know who was more excited.. them or me. Ok, it was me.
Arriving at the trail, we ran through the motions of pumping up tires and donning helmets. I only brought one Camelbak, and that’s a mistake I won’t make twice. They fought over the damn thing all day. It made for some cute photos, though.
Since I didn’t really know what their skill level would be, we started out on an easy downhill into the field.
It was obvious this was too easy for them, so we moved it on down the trail. I’d ride ahead and wait, and they’d come flying along right behind me. The boys were riding well and I was laughing constantly. We were all having a great day.
Of course, there were a few wrecks:
But I also got some really great action shots and video. Here’s a pic of Wyatt carving a left turn
Most of the hills were too steep for them to pedal, but they didn’t seem to mind pushing to the top as long as there was a downhill on the other side.
And of course, the topic of riding without helmets was brought up. As you can clearly hear in the following video, that idea was shot down.
More crashes and lessons in hiding pain
And what father wouldn’t love to get this video while he’s at work?
As the afternoon wore on, I was blown away (and slightly afraid) at how much faster the boys were riding. I mean, I don’t wanna be one of those people who thinks their nephew is the next big thing, but look at the speed this 5 year old is holding through the turns…
My face literally hurt from laughing and smiling so much that afternoon, but the true hilarity ensued when I taught these fine young men an important life lesson every uncle should teach his nephews….
…..and if that doesn’t make you laugh…you’re probably an asshole.
I’ll probably think about that trip when I’m on my deathbed. What a great day.