biking with Zoe

Today Zoe and I went to the famous super high end sports store called InterSport to look for bike seats. I had seen a lot of the Hamax style seats around and wanted to have a closer look. They have a convenient quick release mounted on the seat tube and after a little poking and prodding, we bought one with a five point race car style harness (I'm grooming her for a future in the World Rally Championship). I took a quick test ride

around the block with her and discovered that my long neglected mountain bike now had its front brake permanently engaged, which added to the effort required in getting us up even small hills.

After tuning up the bike, Zoe and I went for a much longer ride: up past the climbing site, then down to the bike path. We biked along the path, and I took secret delight in passing guys on racing bikes. Soon enough, however, I came across a long section of the path where large chunks were missing, which meant dropping 4-5 inches onto gravel and then back up the other side. It looked like they were removing roots or something, but it was pretty annoying. After about eight miles, I stopped, asked Zoe how she was, to which she responded "BREAD! CHEESE!", so I turned around. It was kind of a cold ride back.

21.5 miles -- pas mal!