My brother just picked up a new bike. It’s a dual-boinger mountain bike, so yesterday, we went to the mountains to get some dirt on it.
_{At the entrace of the Bald Eagle State Forest}

This was his first time on a bicycle in 13 years, so we didn’t cover a whole lot of ground (less than 5 miles), which was fine by me. It was hot enough outside to smelt pig iron.

The first days, as the song goes, are the hardest days. Riding gets more fun the more you do it.