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Trying out the new trail-a-bike with Kallie! She was rather squirrelly back there, leaning side to side with inspiring confidence in my ability to keep us upright. (She did ask, “What if we tip over?” and I said, “We’ll be very careful,” which didn’t answer the question but distracted her enough to proceed.) The pictures don’t show how tightly I’m gripping the handlebars, although you can kind of tell from my arms how tense I am.
We rode in circles around the dead end, no farther than the first stop sign, and within five minutes Kallie excitedly proclaimed that we should ride up to the Duck Dash (details here and here), which was our main event for the day. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed and we didn’t endanger anybody’s life by attempting to ride 5 miles down busy roads as our first official trial-a-bike excursion. We did ride up and down the tiny dead-end hill in the neighborhood, which proved quite thrilling for at least one of us. Kallie wanted to go faster! faster!, all fear of tipping over quickly forgotten.
The Duck Dash itself was a hoot, if a bit of a slow-motion hoot. The rubber duckies were all well corralled in the water, and the best part was watching the two pairs of Rotarians in rowboats boats using leaf blowers to try to blow thousands of duckies towards the finish line. We still don’t know if our duckie won, but it was quite a fun event.
I suspect that the low point is yet to come, as all our neighbors are out partying (loudly, as is their right), and already setting off the odd firework. Nightfall will only bring more. This is where I guess I’m un-American, because I don’t care about drinking beer or eating grilled meat, and I’d love to be in bed asleep by the time it’s dark enough to really set off fireworks. Call me a curmudgeon, but I’m going to bed early and with earplugs tonight.