Indoor Mountain Biking with the Boys
My dad, Pops, and I are almost the same people; we have a lot of shared interests, one of them being nerd-outs over Google tools. So this weekend when I was visiting Milwaukee we ended up in a situation where we both had our phones out and were comparing our Google Drive Docs. Yes, I realize that this sounds really, really nerdy... it was.
So eventually I list off my wish list, titled: Shit I Want Sooner Rather Than Later, which includes things like GoRuck bags and the Red Wing boots that I've wanted for years. Things that I have to budget a bit for, because I'm 22 and live on my own (for now) and have to watch my finances pretty close. Pops chuckled when he saw my list and said, āI don't have a list like that!ā Which is part because heās also a minimalist like me and is happier with experiences rather than stuff, but also because he can just get stuff when he wants it. Heās obviously worked hard to get to that place in his life... but still, he never has a wish list. Which, as it turns out, has made gift giving for Pops a headache shared by my brother and I for years.
So, this last Christmas my brother, Eric, and I got to thinking... What does Pops want that he doesn't have or wants more of that he doesnāt get enough of? The answer turned out to be an easy one: us. Meaning Eric and I. I live 6 hours away. Eric is busy with his life. Pops is always running around doing stuff. I couldn't for the life of me remember the last time the three of us were able to just get together, just the guys, and shoot the shit or go share some beers or whatever.
Eric threw this idea into the hat that I was pretty unsure about right away. He said, āhey, thereās this indoor mountain biking place where the old Menards used to be. We should go. Just the three of us. Get lunch and beers or something. Hang out.ā
Well, alright. Why not... So, thatās what we did.
We had a blast taking on the course. There were plenty of challenging trails and obstacles as well as easier stuff to just bike around on. Pops got some wicked battle wounds, Eric got pretty filthy from falling into the ramps, and we all got nice and sore and exhausted. It was a pretty great time and has made me consider adding mountain biking to my long list of hobbies.
Moral of the story: I'm going to try to do a lot more stuff with my brother and dad. Those guys are pretty great... who woulda thought.
Eric being a goon by the Sport tracks:
Pops showing off his battle wounds:
Eric and I being goobers eating Mexican for lunch:
Pops wanted a picture of my nasty knees: