Very hot yesterday! JK Skott, Sackas and I rode to the top of Emigration to watch the Tour of Utah come over littleh mountain. Thanks to Larry miller group for putting on such a great race in happy valley.

One of the best parts of life is sharing something you love with someone you love. Most recently two of my daughters have taken to bike riding. Yesterday was my youngest first ride. Many thanks to Dani's mom for donating her old bike to the cause. After a couple of visits to the bike shop and Lulu lemon, Dani had the proper attire for her first short ride to Sugar house park. We struggled a bit with the new pedals and shifting but after 45 minutes or so she was getting the hang of it. Can't wait for the follow up. Hope her hind end is not to sore.

Fat Mike rides a bike

My daughter Whitney is encouraging me to write a blog about my bike riding. So I thought about it for a day or so and decided what the hell. I am a 54 year old, over weight man. I have bad knees and thus running or jogging and sometimes walking don't work for me.

My orthopedic surgeon told me after my first knee surgery to get a bike with a toe clip on the pedal to help strengthen the knee. I thought what the hell it is great exercise and lots of fun so I went for it.

Like most people my dad bought me a bike when I was about six years old. It was a Schwinn cruiser bike, black with no gears. In the third grade I sold spudnuts for sixty cents a bag, to earn some money so I could buy a Schwinn Stingray five speed. I earned ten cents a bag and the bike cost me eighty bucks. That was a lot of doughnuts. I would usually get six bags a day and take them up to the Fraternity houses. They would sell out fast. It took me over a year to get the money I needed.

In the fourth grade I rode that bike to school almost every day. What fun that bike was. My friends and I liked to pop wheelies, and race around the neighborhood. It was great transportation for young boy, who had many friends and places to go. Alas I grew out of that bike and my father arranged for me to fancy French made Puegout ten speed race bike. This was the bike I rode throughout high school. Unfortunately as soon as I got that first car my interest in cycling waned. The bike sat in the garage and collected dust. I don't recall riding at all for many years.No clue what happened to that bike. My brother got one at the same time and he had it only about a week before it was stolen.