This weekend, we are all getting away. Starting this evening after work, Little Miss Sunshine is joining her Dirt Diva friends for their Fall Trip. They are headed somewhere deep in the mountains, for riding, campfires, giggling, pillow fights, and whatever else women do when men aren’t around to watch. The ladies do these trips twice a year, and manage to get in a ton of riding. Sounds fun, but it’s not for the boys.
Since we can’t tag along, Lunchbox and I are taking our own trip. When I informed my youngin’ that we had the weekend to ourselves, he seemed pleased to have some father and son time. We had a discussion regarding our weekend plans:
Me: What do you want to do?
Lunchbox: I dunno.
Me: We have all this free time and we can go anywhere.
LB: I know.
Me: Do you want to take a trip somewhere to ride our bikes?
LB: Yeah, that sounds good.
Me. How about DuPont? Bent Creek?
LB: Let’s go to FATS.
Me: Hell yeah!
Typical teenager. Can’t decide on anything right away. So, with minimal discussion, we decided that tomorrow morning we’ll head down to the Augusta, GA area to ride one of our most favorite trails. It doesn’t really take much planning, and that’s the kind of trip I prefer. We’ll have to get up early to make the three hour drive down there, and we’ll have plenty of time to ride.
The next day after making our plans I texted the Dirty Party Cycle to invite him along. He politely declined, since he already had plans to get his Party Cycle dirty elsewhere. I know he would love to head back down that way, but this time he’s gonna miss out. It’s not Electric Avenue, but we’re gonna rock down there anyway.
And then we’ll take it higher, bitches.
1 comment:
ok. The baby in the (what looks like a giant bazooka joe bucket) is fake... but the rest appear real. Baby or not, that is crazy!!
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