Our Memorial Day Fun!

Mike and I decided to embark on a beach bike ride on our holiday weekend. Because we don't own our own bikes, we raided Aunt Sue's garage and found a tandem bike. Now, being the true dorks we are, we decided to take the tandem bike out for a spin. Carissa and I tested it first, just to make sure it was safe. Even though the bike hadn't been ridden in ten years, it was in pretty good shape. The only down-side to the bike was the back rider's handle bars were not as solid as they should have been. If anyone has been on a tandem bike that was made in the 80's, you will know that wobbly back handle bars means the front rider's seat moves with the handle bars.
It was a little weird to have someone control - or not control- what direction your butt moved. But, that is a sacrifice we made to have a fun bike ride.

Aunt Sue and Carissa came with us, so we had a whole caravan of Pless' riding down the beach strip together. But the weather was gorgeous and the company was great. We got some exercise and I was able to take some great scenic shots.

Once we biked the strip, we all decided to take a little break. Carissa and I sat down to chat and take pictures, Sue decided to ride on a little
further on her old beach cruiser, and Mike...well
he decides to be a little mischievous boy. Nothing out of the ordinary.

For some reason, Mike thought it would be cool to try to bunny hop the tandem bike. So, he fiddles with the bike, hops a few times, and then Carissa and I witness the inevitable. As he is in mid-hop, his foot slipped and he cut his leg. The funny thing is, Mike looks at his huge gash and just shrugs his shoulders and continues to try to bunny hop the tandem bike! Who is this guy?

Carissa and I force Mike to the lifeguard where it
took this guy 3 times to try and wrap Mike's leg.
He urged Mike to go get stitches, but again, Mike shrugged his shoulders and told the lifeguard he would get around to it.

Even with a huge, deep gash in his leg, Mike still rode his bike like he was in a race...leaving the rest of us in the dust. He must still be in Missionary Bike Riding mode.

Later that night, Mike finally realized that his new gash wasn't a good thing. While everyone else was enjoying the hot tub at our family BBQ, Mike had to keep his cut dry and didn't participate at first. But, like he always does, he
found a way to sit/lay in the hot tub while keeping his leg dry.

I did feel bad for him at first, but he likes showing off his newest battle scar. After he showed the whole family his cut, I saw the pride in his eyes and then the pity in my heart went right out the window along with the idea of stitches.

I have to admit, after seeing Mike and his mini adventures, this makes me hope when we start our family, we will get a boy just as cute and mischievous as my husband. He makes every day interesting and laughable.