Notes
Riding with my brand new thirteen-year-old son. :-) He hasn't really ridden much in a long while, so I could tell his height necessitated a seat adjustment. Did the best I could, then rode with him to the bike shop...whereupon the bike dudes freaked out, because apparently Sam was riding the equivalent of a clown car. Who knew? So he needed a new bike, which is now bigger than my own, thanks to his having actual legs and not my orangutan stumps. He wanted one in a color that needed to be assembled, so we finished this ride on his old bike, only now I had a bit more sympathy with his troubles in keeping up. ;-)