When Jim taught 6-year-old Charlie to ride a bike, we never thought he and Charlie would do, as they have so far, 35,000 miles (plus).
When Charlie learned to swim at around the same age, I never thought that this would lead to me, in my mid-thirties, finally overcoming my long-time fear of the deep end and jump into swimming pools and the Atlantic Ocean after, and with, him.
It's probably inevitable that, 35,000 miles into the journey, I would join in the riding. A couple of weekends ago Jim got me a nice little folding bike to ease my morning travel to BART in Berkeley. Why not tuck it into the back of the silver car and, keeping pace behind steady-pedalling Charlie, venture out on the newest trail Jim's researched?