Ride Your Own Ride. . .

. . . Until you can't ride any more. In my case, that moment came today when I sold my wheels. I started riding about six years ago, and have enjoyed taking long rides in the country and going motorcycle camping. When I was in Ohio visiting my family, my older brother (also a former motorcycle rider and now a father of two) gave me hell about still having a bike with two young kids at home, and Chad has been pressuring me since, well, forever, to sell it. So today, my two-wheeled baby pulled away for the last time. I guess it's time to be a responsible adult.

Keep the rubber side down, friends!

- Douglas