Bike Under a Guy

This is me with my guy. He's doing some kind of handstand trick or something. Heard he went to a baseball game with some friends. I wasn’t invited. Then he stopped at some farm that’s connected to the ride we’re making, but I didn’t understand much of it. Finally, we made it to Tybee Island and checked in. This was my first chance to size up my fellow cycles. Some of them were pretty flashy, but I think I can hold my own. He was whining a little about it being cold and raining, but that doesn’t bother me very much—as long as he stays upright. Morning. Still raining and pretty windy. Without even consulting me, he decides we’re not going to ride. A bunch of the other humans did the same, so at least I wasn’t the only one. It was soooo frustrating. Still, I guess it was the right thing to do. He’s taken some bad falls in the past, which hurts, I’m sure. No picnic for me either. I was eager to get an early start the next morning, but he went to Sunday School AND church. When...