Before I write about the fun bike ride I had today, I should probably start with the sad stuff.
You might remember me telling you about how The Feeshko was scheduled to have knee surgery. And with that knowledge you might have figured I’ve been absent from Cycle365 recently because I’ve been so busy helping her in her recovery and catering to her every need. Or you might not have even noticed I’ve been gone . . . or even cared.
Here’s the real story: Sadly, The Feeshko got a call last week saying her dad had suddenly become gravely ill and probably only had a few days to live. We made emergency plans to drive to Spokane, WA the very next day. Unfortunately, her dad died while we were en route.
Now her surgery is re-scheduled for September 21st, so we are spending the next week or so in Spokane for family support and celebration of her father’s life.
Our son, Aaron, is in town too. He lives in Seattle and we haven’t seen him for a little over a year. Like me, he brought his bike with him. Of course, we went out for a ride.
We decided to ride downtown in search of a food truck. Any food truck. Often, food trucks have the best food in town. Any town. And you can take your food and eat it on a curb or a grassy knoll or a riverside rock — away from any other people.
By the way, besides being my son, he is also famous for being the co-star in the first five days of my first multi-week bike tour. Maybe you remember him from this:
https://www.cycleblaze.com/journals/questionable/ Day one is most memorable.
I think he was also a little frustrated when I told him I had to stop every once in a while to take a few pictures for my my blog. He was probably OK with me taking a picture of the world’s largest Radio Flyer wagon because that’s something quite noteworthy, but I’m sure he was wondering “what’s up with you and those damn arches?”
It truly was a fun ride in a fun city with a fun son. When I got back to my home base, I was ready to relax with a delicious beer while I wrote that which you are now reading.