My four kids were smaller then. With one on the back, we'd explore lovely farm roads amid fields of cows, avoiding roadside chickens. Riding to work presents an image problem. The boss, Ned Chilton, is reasonably tolerant of employee eccentricity. Forbes skidded on loose gravel the other day and got banged up.
Cyclists share a private bond.
Lawyers can't be all bad if John Fowler rides a Yamaha 550. Last year, for our 25th anniversary, despite her sarcasm, my wife replaced the old 350 with a sleek new Honda 400. By then, our two oldest boys had driver's licenses and clamored for a chance. It terrified me. I limited them to practice on parking lots and around the Jesus statue at Tyler Mountain Memory Gardens.