Bikes and Hair

"My Daddy and I are going on a bike race today. I's gonna wins."
A little pre-race snack.
"Hey Ryan, I's gonna wins. You's gonna cheer wheely loud for me and wing youw bewl."
"Last thing I remember, I was sleeping in the car. Now, I've been transported to this strange land filled with hairy people in tight clothes riding on bikes, looking at bikes, and talking about bikes. Maybe I'm still dreaming... I can only hope."
Kyle and his "coach" at the start line of the kiddie race. He's in the back on the left next to the guy who leaves nothing to the imagination (if you know what I mean and I think you do).
Kiddie bike races are "fun", but I think there are some competative kids (ahem... parents) in there.
The race lasted about 5 minutes and Doug told me that Kyle took a water break in the middle of the race. He still finished middle of the pack, but when Kyle tells the story, he says "I was in a bike race and I winned."
With his prize: a horn that he tooted for the rest of the event.
"So, it turns out this is my life. My family really is this strange. Now we're sitting here watching a bunch of hairy people in tight clothes zoom past on those wacky contraptions. Mom and Kyle seem to think that one of those flashes is my dad. Whatever. I just like ringing this bell they gave me."
The Schleck brother they don't talk about.
I don't know if he's waving to Kyle or his hand is atrophying.
What does an important racer do after his first ever race? Head to the salon, of course.
"This has seriously been the weirdest day. First that strange land and now they seem to be cutting off parts of my body."
"Thank God I still have my ears."

The other day was "Crazy Hair Day" at school. Despite being one of only three kids who participated (real cool, mom and dad), he seemed to really enjoy his spikey do.