THE SURPRISE THAT DROPPED ME

... our kids gave ChatGTP this prompt: write a Father's Day post in Todd's voice.

Absolutely. Here’s a blog post written in the voice and style of the Pedal Industries blog.

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THE SURPRISE THAT DROPPED ME

I figured I’d get a card. Maybe a “happy Father’s Day” mumbled over pancakes.

Instead, I got dropped.

I was still stretching on the driveway when they rolled up—my crew. My kids. Helmets on, bikes dialed, grinning like they knew they were about to wreck me.

“We’re going for a ride,” they said. “You’re not leading.”

No race number, no segment PR, no fancy plan. Just miles. Together.

And somewhere between the first climb and the mid-ride donut stop, I realized something:
I wasn’t the one teaching today. I was the one being taught.

See, the best father figures—on and off the bike—don’t always charge out front. Sometimes they sit back and ride tempo. They wait at the top. They give you their last gel. They change your flat, even when it costs them the win.

And sometimes? They surprise you. With their patience. With their quiet strength. With how much of you they see.

That’s what my kids did. They saw me. They brought me into the ride. They led the pace. They reminded me what this whole thing is really about.

It’s not watts. It’s not KOMs. It’s love in motion.

Happy Father’s Day to the dads who taught us to ride—and to the riders who became our dads, even if they never signed the birth certificate.

And to my kids: thanks for the ride. You crushed me. I loved every second.

Sleep: 7 hrs
Weight: 164
Ride: 32 miles, mostly smiling
Donut: Old fashioned, shared

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Happy Father's Day, Dad!

 ❤️ the kids