I made a bit of a mess in the front yard switching tires. We then buzzed up to Grand Lake Stream, tickled to find non-ethanol 93 fuel as both bikes needed filling
After a sandwich and fizzy while sitting on the grass leaning against a stone wall in the breeze off the lake, we turned around for home.
Home is where the bikes are parked! I live for this, riding, in the woods, with my son! It can’t be the first week of summer forever, but I can cherish these hours and plan more.
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