Fatty’s Triathlon was fun. Pure ear to ear toothy grin fun. It struck me during the day just how juvenile riding a bike can be. Here was a sizable group of adults riding two-wheelers on swoopy trails, laughing, smiling and trash talking. And then afterward, we slid down a rock into a pool of water.
Like I said, it was just plain ol’ fun. Even if my epic whiteness was blinding in the mid day sun.