Last week, for the first time in my life, I bought a new bike. For the last twelve years I’ve been riding a Trek hybrid I bought used when I moved here. Before that, from about 1992 through 2005, I was on my mom’s 1967 Schwinn Breeze, which looked exactly like this one.
Anyway: I got a new bike. I got CJ one too. Then AB was upset but she doesn’t get a new bike because she is growing very very fast and probably won’t be able to sit on the next bike she gets for more than a couple of years. So we went to Dreambikes and got her a new used bike, knobby tires, shocks on the front fork, very cool. The three of us took a spin around Wingra yesterday, about 7 miles, which is AB’s record for a non-stop ride.
Today was the last day of the season at Cascade Mountain, and my kids for the first time in many months and no activities scheduled, and the high for today was 55 degrees, and who doesn’t like to ski in shirtsleeves? So off we went. We were worried it would be packed. But it was empty. I guess everyone else in Wisconsin was using the first warm day of pre-spring to do outdoor activities not involving ice and snow. But those who were there were festive. There were a lot of guys in flannel shirts open with bare chest underneath; is that a look? Several people in tutus. A guy who played the guitar while skiing down the mountain. A skiing Pikachu.
By mid-afternoon it was like skiing on a snowcone. Huge puddles in the lift line. But we had a great time. If I were particular about the quality of my skiiing I wouldn’t be skiing in Wisconsin, would I?