Last week, in addition to my brother’s weekly post about the hijinks (in their own words “Bikes, beer can baseball with a U lock, random nutsacking, free beer, another perfect night.”) he and his bike gang get up to every Thursday night, my brother wrote about FHR – the Fucking Hills Race, a Sunday afternoon, family-friendly – at least, our family – bike ride. One of his biking compadres posted a picture of my bro and his daughter at the race in the comments, and I snagged a copy:
Prof. Dave & Mimi with the tandem at FHR
To me, the picture – besides being a miracle because my niece is almost smiling – is a miracle of genetics. My brother looks like our dad – though much slimmer – my niece looks just like John, especially this really old picture of John I just found, sitting on the steps of his high school), and like her mom.
I put the picture in my iPhone, and I was just looking at it last night when I got email from the bro asking if I’d send power bars to his this-year’s birthday bike race, like I did 2 years ago … and of course I had to say yes – it’s in the genes.
