"DADDY BIKE!"

Henry was sitting on the living room floor reading this morning, when he grabbed the Velo News from a couple months ago. He looked at the cover, looked up at me and said, "DADDY BIKE!" My smile could've parted the Red Sea.

How upset he'll be when he finds out that, while cycling courses through my veins, I am no pro. I'm not even an amateur racer. I'm barely an amateur anything, besides Dad. No degree on the wall for this, but I am clearly a world champion parent. That is so much less cool to a little boy than pro bike racer, however.

Your first disappointment in your Dad. Sweet.