Logan on the Creek Trail
I had to get a shot of this young whipper-snapper yesterday. Logan climbs just like his mom and dad, and left me in the dust. On the way down, I risked life and limb, riding over my head, so that I made sure I was ahead of this kid. Didn’t want him to get a big head…or even worse, destroy ME psychologically.
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Below is a text message captured from Logan’s phone Thursday afternoon.
Dude you should see this trail I’m riding…totally sweet!!
Right now some old bald guy is in front of me so I’m just kind of cruising but we should come up here sometime and really bomb this thing.
“Right now some old bald guy is in front of me so I’m just kind of cruising”
Well, so much for avoiding psychological destruction!
Wait a minute … I’m an old bald guy. Maybe that’s not so funny after all!
Texting? Ohhhh. Maybe that was why he was riding with one hand. And how did he know I was bald with my helmet on? People just shouldn’t assume.
The beard is a dead give-away.