WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU STOP RIDING YOUR BIKE AND PARK IT? Well, take a look at my tennis racket hand. It'd been 10 years or so since we last played.
The grips were destroyed. What was left stuck to our palms.
Similarly, our skills, though once admirable, were dreadful.
The kids beat us 6-1. It felt so awkward and foreign... I used to live for this.
Now I live to ride...
seeing the result of neglect...
(pretty sure I whiffed this one)
(still had fun with these kids)