Riding High

A few weeks ago, Dave got himself an indoor bike trainer from Ebay. It's usually not a good idea to buy yourself anything just before Christmas (several of us who were planning to buy one as a present were forced to change our plans), but I'm glad he got exactly what he wanted.  I'm not a bike expert, so I really wouldn't know a good model from a crappy one.  Once Dave got the tracking number, he watched its progress religiously online, and came home every day asking "did my package arrive yet?"  For someone who loves the outdoors, not being able to get out and ride in the winter weather has really been hard on him.  It arrived a few days ago, and Dave was like a kid in a candy store.  He immediately set it up in our living room and rode off all that pent up steam until his legs burned.  Eva got on the front of the bike and pretended to pedal with her legs swinging in the air, wearing her bike helmet like a true Daddy's girl.  She wears it in the house all the time anyway, as if to be constantly ready for Daddy to take her for a ride on the back of his bike, like he did back in San Diego.