Yesterday at Battle at Barlow my son did the kiddie race. He was actually in the lead coming into the first turn. The kid next to him overshot the turn and zoomed right off the course and crashed. My son slowed down and turned his head all the way around. I'm not sure what he as thinking. Morbid curiosity? I dunno. Anyway-- he go passed and then crashed himself in a rough section.
Later that afternoon, we were chillin' at a nearby coffee joint.
I asked him about the race.
"You were going pretty fast there, kid."
"Were you scared?" I asked. I was kidding here-- I was fishing for something other than a monosyllabic response.
"No. I was having fun. That's what bike races are for! And seeing who finishes first."
Priceless. I'm making t-shirts. :)
That's right, son-- that's what bike races are for: having fun.
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