Growing old

When I ride into town I go over the train tracks outside the Rice Coop. There are two sets of tracks and often I’ll lift the front wheel or, if I’ve got enough speed, attempt to bunny-hop over.

Yesterday I was riding home and the wind wasn’t in my favour, so I only popped the front. A car passed between the first and second tracks and I distinctly heard a woman’s voice say "Grow up!"

It prompts me to reflect on how few parents I see joining their kids in the public pool or on playgrounds.  They're missing out.