Adam finally got a right-fit bike, and he and I headed out for a ride early one hot summer morning.
We were more excited than nervous, but a bug hit Adam's face and a bout of poison ivy has made it hard for me to smile authentically lately.
The trail was awesome!
There were dips and curves and roots and ledges and branches and all of the sudden, about halfway through, a crazy loud POP!
Apparenetly my nearly 20 year old bike's tire wasn't as enthusiastic about the ride as I was. And thus commenced our slow journey back to the car, Adam riding ahead then stopping every two minues to check on me, me riding on the flapping wheel for as long as I could until I finally had to give up and just walk.
And then we talked about the gospel lessons that we could learn from this experience, about temptations and sin, repentence, the Atonement, asking others for help, being aware of the dangers of an adventure, and just life and getting old in general. I was occasionally delightfully reckless in my youth (I'm currently thinking about a trip across the Utah desert on four wheelers where we ran out of gas but still somehow managed to get home). Life is always an adventure, and always full of reminders that living life close to the gospel of Jesus Christ is the best way to go!
And we'll be back on the trails just as soon as we can.