Caitin, Jamie, take a good look...someday this will be you!
Lydia Riding
This is my good friend Jed's daughter. She started riding earlier this year. She's about 6 months older than Caitin.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Riverside Park
Two rides...same trail. Sarah and I got out on a ride by ourselves last weekend. It was a lot of fun. Sarah completely surprised me with her abilities on the trail. We've only ridden with the kids on the roads before, so when I took her on trails where the grades were occasionally steep and where rocks are ready to bite, I wondered how she would do. I looked back to see how she was doing at first and she was right behind me following my path. Later when we came to the first hills and rocky sections I looked back to see she was still right behind me and keeping up very well.
Right after taking this picture...,
we headed down this hill (Caitin and I went the opposite direction on the trail this week).
Before heading down the hill, I told Sarah it was completely acceptable to walk down this part. I rode down to the first opening (where Caitin is standing in the next picture) and looked back up the hill to watch Sarah. She had decided to ride the hill, and was doing quite well until her front tire rolled over a boulder...which changed the center of gravity, and over the front she went! She expertly leaped forward, clearing the handlebars, and then allowed the bush to the right of the tree to catch her and slow her down. She immediately picked up the bike and began examining for any damage...
The results? A small scrape on her hand, an even smaller scrape on her forehead, a slight blemish on her ego, and a very proud husband!
Caitin and I had to test the trailer out on the trail, and found that one place was just a little to skinny to roll through. The trail runs along the river bank, which was a little scary for me a couple of times, cuase the trailer was running with one wheel up hill and the other wheel right on the edge of the bank (with about a 20-foot slide down to the water). We rode it all with only one lift (over the skinny spot) and one walk (up Sarah's hill). Pretty successful, I'd say.
Right after taking this picture...,
we headed down this hill (Caitin and I went the opposite direction on the trail this week). Before heading down the hill, I told Sarah it was completely acceptable to walk down this part. I rode down to the first opening (where Caitin is standing in the next picture) and looked back up the hill to watch Sarah. She had decided to ride the hill, and was doing quite well until her front tire rolled over a boulder...which changed the center of gravity, and over the front she went! She expertly leaped forward, clearing the handlebars, and then allowed the bush to the right of the tree to catch her and slow her down. She immediately picked up the bike and began examining for any damage...The results? A small scrape on her hand, an even smaller scrape on her forehead, a slight blemish on her ego, and a very proud husband!
Caitin and I had to test the trailer out on the trail, and found that one place was just a little to skinny to roll through. The trail runs along the river bank, which was a little scary for me a couple of times, cuase the trailer was running with one wheel up hill and the other wheel right on the edge of the bank (with about a 20-foot slide down to the water). We rode it all with only one lift (over the skinny spot) and one walk (up Sarah's hill). Pretty successful, I'd say.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Dodge Rammed!
On Saturday I went through the car wash for the first time this year. I guess the new shine distracted the driver of the duelly Dodge Ram 3500 heavy duty that was pulling into Lowes as I waited patiently at the stop sign to exit Lowes. I sat there incredulously watching as that truck half-turned, mostly just veered it's way into me. The driver was watching something to his left as he made a right turn...not too bright. He looked at me just before impact.
I should have asked him the brand of the brush gaurd he had on the front of that thing, cause it received zero damage...not even a scratch. (I give no credit to the dodge itself.)
"I got insurance" were Rammer's first words after completing his tour through my GMC and stopping along the curb. "Sorry, I'm not used to driving this big rig. It's my grandpa's." He continued.
My thoughts: "Glad it's grandpa's because you probably don't insure your own vehicle."
Rammer interupts my thoughts, "We probly don't need to call the cops on this, do we?"
My first words: "I don't think so, as long as you have the proper documentation."
Unfortunate event: Insurance card was out of date and for a different vehicle. Only registration in the Ram was for a boat.
Police dispatcher: "Well, we're awefully busy, will the damage amount to more that $750.00?"
Me: "Definately."
Police dispatcher: "From that license plate, we do show registration current and valid to the grandfather."
Me: "Thanks, what do I do about a report? After all, without any other proper documentation, we're going to need something."
Police dispatcher: "Go to your nearest fire station and pick up a form. You can fill out the report yourself. Sorry, we've just got a lot going on right now."
Me: "Thanks, I'll get on it..." while thinking, "Saturday evening barbeque takes a lot of manpower."
After hanging up with the police dispatcher, I found my new friend, Rammer, diligently waiting on hold with the insurance agency. He got through, explained the situation, and had them verify to me that the lapsed policy card did indeed represent a current policy that also covers the Dodge Ram.
With all the pieces of the insurance puzzle I finally headed home with the last pieces I needed to enclose our fence:
I should have asked him the brand of the brush gaurd he had on the front of that thing, cause it received zero damage...not even a scratch. (I give no credit to the dodge itself.)"I got insurance" were Rammer's first words after completing his tour through my GMC and stopping along the curb. "Sorry, I'm not used to driving this big rig. It's my grandpa's." He continued.
My thoughts: "Glad it's grandpa's because you probably don't insure your own vehicle."
Rammer interupts my thoughts, "We probly don't need to call the cops on this, do we?"
My first words: "I don't think so, as long as you have the proper documentation."
Unfortunate event: Insurance card was out of date and for a different vehicle. Only registration in the Ram was for a boat.
Police dispatcher: "Well, we're awefully busy, will the damage amount to more that $750.00?"
Me: "Definately."
Police dispatcher: "From that license plate, we do show registration current and valid to the grandfather."
Me: "Thanks, what do I do about a report? After all, without any other proper documentation, we're going to need something."
Police dispatcher: "Go to your nearest fire station and pick up a form. You can fill out the report yourself. Sorry, we've just got a lot going on right now."
Me: "Thanks, I'll get on it..." while thinking, "Saturday evening barbeque takes a lot of manpower."
After hanging up with the police dispatcher, I found my new friend, Rammer, diligently waiting on hold with the insurance agency. He got through, explained the situation, and had them verify to me that the lapsed policy card did indeed represent a current policy that also covers the Dodge Ram.
With all the pieces of the insurance puzzle I finally headed home with the last pieces I needed to enclose our fence:
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