So begins our cycling adventure. Three dads, three daughters. Family in tow. Friends ahead and friends behind. When you're eleven, 280 miles is far; when you're 42, eleven isn't a little girl anymore. When you're 42, you hold on to that eleven year old for dear life, 'cause there's no turning back. And, 18 will be an unwelcome visitor all too soon. So tonight, I raise a toast to my little girl, her friends, my biking compatriots and to all the sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers riding from Yuma to Carlsbad.
Tomorrow, we the adults will lead the way, but the day after that, the daughters and sons will pick up where we left off; a bit wiser and a whole lot stronger.
--MBR
