A good day to ride.At 5:30am this morning, Dad, Bri, and I headed out for a little mountain biking.
Beautiful desert,
laughs,
sore legs,
and only one crash.
A tired dad
You know what they say Bri, "You're not a real biker until you've sacrificed your blood to the trail goddess."
1 comment:
Your poor sister! Looks like fun, other than the blood!
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