Covered Bridge Bicycle Classic

Hats off to my Son-in-Law, Jeff. He recruited me to ride with him in this event out of the unlikely town of Snelling, California, 30 miles east of the 99 Hwy and deep in almond and grape growing country. It was a little cool and breezy but the rest stop's chicken soup (never had this on a ride before) provided some warmth as we refueled. You might be able to tell from Jeff's attire that he is not exactly a bicycling enthusiast. But he is game for a good cause and part of a generation that is distinguishing itself for efforts devoted to something larger than themselves. Perhaps my experience is unique since my youngest son is also in the non-profit sector but I don't think so and I'm challenged by it. Check out Lifewind and Invisible Children.