Do you remember the first time you learned to ride a bike? A real bike, not a tricycle, but really nothing against tricycles. I was 10 years old, living in Barrington,IL.  I can still remember petaling as fast as I could while my dad held on to the back of my seat, keeping me upright. Then next time I looked back, he was gone and I was biking on my own.  What a feeling!

Did I take you back?  Well, I am sharing for a reason... for June’s 8th birthday this year, we are joining over 400 other riders in the Annual Bikes Not Bombs road race to raise funds for their important work. If able or inspired, please join us in contributing whatever you can to this worthy cause.  To learn more about their youth work in Boston or other cool projects, go to their website: https://bikesnotbombs.org/about

Thanks all for joining my trip down memory lane. Hope you were able to join me.