At the lumberjack fundraiser for the local camp for the Boys/Girls Club, the boys ate a lumberjack sized breakfast. Pancakes, blueberry pancakes, sausage, biscuits and gravy, potatoes, baked chicken, eggs, fruit, raw veggies, cookies, cake, cakeballs and chocolate milk. All you can eat. (AYCE is never a profitable fundraising idea when Wendim is present.) We ended up sitting next to a lady who came with her niece’s family. A very, very chatty lady. The topics she covered in 20 minutes included, but was not limited to, Austrian immigrant farmers, climbing Mount Kilimanjaro, carrier pigeons, and a town-wide weekend long rock-paper-scissors tournament. Chatting with her was almost worth the cost of entry alone!
The boys also got to try log rolling (may need a few more lessons), cross-cut sawing, the frying pan toss (Irmao set the boys’ record – shaming the 16 year old boys around him), touring the nature center (Irmao w/coyote hood), face painting (a snake? really Wendim?) and posing for photos.
Miracles of all miracles, the photo below was taken on the first shot!!!
When we got home, I had to change out Wendim’s bike innertube. A photo of the partially disassembled bike wheel, just so I could remember how to put it together again. Next time, let’s just say, I’m getting the self-sealing innertubes.
Less than 2 miles into our trip, Wendim’s chain had fallen off 3 times. And, if you have a cheapo bike with a crappy plastic chain guard on it, it s.u.c.k.s to put the chain back on. Finally I figured out I had to pull the whole tire backwards to tighten up the chain. He was a happy biker after that.
I got a new-to-me bike. The chain kept slipping as I pedaled, even when I wasn’t pedaling hard. It was frustrating. Eventually, we made it to our destination.
After a delightful lunch of curds and custard (not at the same time), we headed out. We took a shortcut down a steep sidewalk. I slammed on my brakes as we headed into an adjacent parking lot. The brakes snapped and I crashed into a funeral home van. Mourners so it happen. And the chain popped off my bike and got wedged between the gear and the frame.
All I can say is that thank goodness I actually had a wrench and screwdriver in my backpack – I NEVER carry tools when I go biking. The back brake was beyond my repair abilities, but I did the the chain back on.
We cruised to the library and then home.
9.62 miles of adventure.
And Wendim, the rockstar, did it all on 20″ wheels!!
