J.C. bikes a lot... like, a whole lot. When people walk into our garage, they ask if he is running a bike shop on the side. No, no bike shop... just gotta have a bike for each use - a dirt jump bike, a kid-trailer-hauling bike, a downhill bike, a tandem bike, a cross-country bike, a road bike, and I'm sure I'm forgetting others. No, I'm not exaggerating. He's just a wee bit obsessive when it comes to bikes.
He goes downhill biking in Snowshoe, WV, several times per year with a bunch of buddies. They haul all the bikes on a trailer. JC decided they needed a box fitted to the trailer to hold all their muddy, sweaty gear, so he built one.
Then he said, I think I'll let the girls paint it. They would have fun doing that.
And they did.
they planned,
made handprints,
blew paint dry,
painted with a steady hand,
and got a bit messy in the process.
When they were done, their masterpiece went to Snowshoe.
When I saw the finished result, I said, "Aren't the guys going to give you crap for hauling a trailer with a rainbow and flowers painted on the back?" He said, "Oh yeah... I'll get endless grief over this. I'm a dad of three girls above everything else though."
And that, folks, is priorities in order... "I'm a dad of three girls above everything else." The trips to Snowshoe may challenge my every ounce of patience and energy while single parenting, but I'll always know his heart is at home with us as the rainbow trailer is pulled along the winding roads of West Virginia.
Happy (belated) Birthday, J.C. I love you.
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