Today ole Debz and I took on quite a challenge, an 18 mile bike ride. I called it the
"2012 Labor Day Tour de Tortoise." I was the tortoise and Debz was the hare, but, in the end, the tortoise won, because he didn't crash. We had a number of senior moments. Here are some highlights of our adventures on the Millcreek Streamway Park path.
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| The hare started out well, then . . . |
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| she received a phone call, so . . . |
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| the tortoise jumped out in front. Afterward, . . |
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| we raced by beautiful, rippling streams, and . . . |
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| tree-lined paths. Then, . . |
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| the tortoise had to take yet another break, so . . . |
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| the hare took advantage, taking the lead. Then, . . |
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the hare caught the whiff of something dead, so. . .
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| she stopped to explore, and . . . |
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| the tortoise again gained a small lead. Then, . . |
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| the tortoise ran into this strange squirrel, so |
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| the hare also stopped to take a look. Then, . . |
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| we took a corny photo, and . . . |
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| another, Then, . . |
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| the sneaky tortoise slipped away to resume his lead, and, . . |
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the hare was barely in sight, when suddenly. . .
the hare caught up, and there was a nasty crash. |
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| The hare got some boo boos, but she had a great time. |
The moral of the story: slow and steady wins the race.
