This is my amazing kid. He loves bikes. He started riding on the back of my bike when he was just over a year old. He was off training wheels when he was two. He obsessively reads bike magazines. He can tell the groupo on a bike from looking at the handlebars through a tinted window while driving on the highway. He is a total bike nerd. He has also been racing bikes for years now. No really... YEARS! He did his first triathlon when he was eight. He still races. A lot. He races road bikes, he races cyclocross, he runs cross country, he still does the occasional triathlon. And he loves it. All of it!
I love watching him race. I love helping him get ready for races. I don't love doing his post-race laundry...
I had never heard of cyclocross before he did his first 'cross race. I watched him tackle a crazy looking course and he had a blast. I made the critical mistake of saying, "That looks fun... Maybe I will try it some day!"
So here is what happened... This amazing kid, who is a natural athlete looked at me and said, "When I out grow this bike, you could have it."
Yep... That is the kid on his brand new (to him) Van Dessel cross bike. He is really rocking the wheelie too.
Unfortunately, this means that this happened...
Yep... That's me attempting to ride my son's old bike. He really looks way better doing it. In fact, that is him in the background in the black and blue helmet.
When he got his new bike, I inherited the old one and now have to try 'cross too. After years of spectating and cheering at 'cross races, I have found myself on the
WRONG SIDE OF THE TAPE!
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