I don't know how she does it, but my sister Tif talks me into some crazy things sometimes.
Like the time I let her curl my bangs & she dropped the curling iron & it rolled down my nose. awesome scab by the way.
Like the time we got matching glasses in college. ha ha dorks
Like when she talks me into wearing something other then black. (What? it's slimming.)
Or wait I know, like the time she talked me into entering into a 50 mile BIKE RACE! oh I didn't know you ride. uh ya that's cuz I don't!
WE DID IT!
Uncle Ty
Our bulging biceps
The 4 champions
If Shaylee and I weren't dead last, we were very...very close.
I'm not sure if I could have persevered without her.
Oh the blood, oh the gore.
moral of the story, Don't try to ride without hands! just a suggestion.
All in all It was a great ride and I'm glad she talked me into it. It's definitely a sport I could see myself getting into, it just may take me 2..3...4...6 years to buy a real bike. until then I'll stick to my Wal-mart mountain bike & pedal around my circle with my ducklings close behind.
Thanks Chad and Lisa for letting us sleep in your trailer, I doubt we could have survived the elements without you.










