Two-wheeled Fun Before the Sun

Some of my earliest memories of cycling are of early-morning rides with my dad before the sun came up … usually they were much earlier than I really wanted to be awake, and there were times that he dragged me onto my bike, but the memories are fond ones. Thanks, Dad.

Now, I’m the one waking up before my kids trying to get them outside to be active so they grow up healthy. They’re still too young for long rides, but walks are good enough for now.

Two-wheeled Fun Before the Sun