
Scouts and bike riding says it all. Friday was pretty quiet despite the thunderstorms. Saturday morning my youngest and I started our trek to the district Cubscout Pinewood Derby. He finished 2nd in his group (bears) locally which qualified him for the second step. My oldest and I did it twice, but this is the fastest car we've built to date. I used some prepared parts I purchased last year for the event. They're perfectly legal, original parts from the official kits, but
this company does some preparation on them. I'm not a father that does all the work on the car, my youngest designed it, cut it (with supervision), and painted it. I'll admit I set the nails and wheels. Anyway we ran the races and finished mid-pack. He was a really good sport about it and had a good time. I'm proud to see him handle himself so well.
After we got home I dropped him off to a friends birthday party, packed and ran off to the Boyscout spring campout. It started on Friday, but because of the derby I couldn't show until Saturday afternoon. When I got there I was hustled over to the first aid station to be a possible participant in a crash senerio. As we set across a field and crested a hill we saw a truck that looked like it hit a tree with a rope dangling from the tree and two older boys who were tangled in bicycles. The younger scouts were supposed to use their training to figure out what to do. I was really impressed with it all. They floundered for a few minutes but then two attended to the bicyclists, one went for help and another went to the hurt lady in the driver side of the truck. As soon as the scout attending the lady got there he leaned on the truck to get a better look. One of the older boys said "you're dead". I didn't understand that, but watched them continue to treat the bicyclists. They accessed the situation, asked where it hurt, etc. In the mean time the fourth scout "came back" from getting help. Since the other two were attending to the bicyclists he went to the lady in the truck, leaned in and one of the older scouts said "you're dead". The rope hanging from the tree was a power line. After they fixed everyone up the leader talked about looking at the situation before jumping in to help. It's no wonder you hear about these kids staying cool in difficult situations.
That was the end of the training for the day. After I showed up the temprature dropped about 20 degrees and it rained lightly the rest of the day. It was good hanging around with all the boys and I think they learned a lot about being ready that day. That night was cold and uncomfortable but managable.

Sunday we ate, packed up and left. We arrived home at about 12:15, my JDRF bike team was to ride at 2:00 and I was 45 minutes away from the starting point. I quickly prepared some pasta, showered, hung the tent and bags to dry, put the Cruiser in the back and left. I did get there just in time, but we left a little late anyhow. Hill after hill after hill. It would have been better if there weren't a dang stop sign at the bottom of each of 'em. I do better on long downhills, but killing the momentum killed my ride. We did ride thru Rockford - which was actually fun as we had some downhill, twisties getting to town. I actually got it on 2 wheels once! Then we had a big climb - which put the group far ahead of me. I just didn't have the long straights (or good pavement) to catch up.
Last night I was spent. Between the two activities I completely crashed by 10. I usually don't go to sleep right away, but think I was out two minutes in. That's enough of a brain dump for now.