two wheels

Let's get on a bike once in a while. Two wheels and a beautiful day does more for me than almost anything else. This weekend I even got to take my boy out in the trailer. I often wonder what he thinks when he sees the streets zip by at 8 or 9 miles and hour from one foot off the ground. He seems to enjoy it immensely. We saw busy people and buses and helicopters and some folks just waved from their front lawn. There was a nice bunch of Mexican guys who were working on a house that were especially friendly. One of them wanted to know where he could get one of the trailers for his kid. I speak okay Spanish, so I told him where they're on sale. It was an easygoing ride and my Brother came along. I was packing water in one of those first generation camel backs that he got issued on his first tour in the desert. I was glad of it because it was a super dry day and the temp got up to the low 90's. Usually, I think camel backs make you look like a tool, but this one was all early desert camo and so it looked okay.
I remember when we were boys, we would ride all over the neighborhood and almost get lost. In texas, it always gets hot. We didn't have fancy polar bottles or camel backs, but we would stop off at an ice house and buy super cold Big Red and chick o sticks to cool off and fuel our return trips. We would stop wherever there was a big patch of shade from a tree in someone's yard and we would sit on the curb and finish our drinks. I would yawp out an enormous burp and we would ride home and place the bottles in a crate until we had enough to bring back for the deposit. Back then, we used to get 5 cents each. Everytime I ride my bike on a warm day, I think about all the good miles we rode and all the joys of moving under my own power.