We can't help the fact that we live half a block from an outdoor eatery that sells ice cream and deliciously greasy fries, and we can't help that when we ride our bikes nearby, someone usually pulls on the brakes. Or...someone thinks the other person was going to stop, so we end up stopping to "make sure." Are you following me still?
This is all, really, about ice cream and french fries, plus a little boy who loves his fries extra greasy (which makes them more like "American" fries, instead of "French" fries. Our kid is already so patriotic)! Since we always have leftovers, Tyce rides home with his giant shake in one hand, and Lincoln and I pedal behind him so we can watch some intense, one-handed bike maneuvers that are always quite impressive.