The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree
Poor Allison (the 7 year old with the big smile in the picture above). She's got my brown eyes. She's developing a passion for cycling. And now she's on a writing kick. Before you know it, the poor girl will be boring random people on the internet with blog posts about her latest PowerTap readings.
Tonight she suggested that we sit down and do a writing contest. The rule was that we all had to write about the same topic, and then the person with the most detail was the "winner". I agreed to her challenge, but pointed out that we only had 20 minutes to write before bedtime (which I now realize I can use as justification for how pathetic my writing was). I further stipulated that I got to choose the topic for her writing throw-down. And not to be left out, Jo chimed in that pictures would also be considered in place of words (an especially good rule if you're in Kindergarten).
It should come as no surprise that the topic selected was "The Best Bicycle Ride Ever". For the next twenty minutes I quickly jotted down images of how I imagined my best day on the bike might look like, while taking periodic breaks to respond to requests for spelling assistance (which further reduced my writing time, so again, cut my some slack for my uninspired ramblings). Allison opted for a factual recounting of a ride from which the picture above was taken. And Josephine, well...she opted for a very interesting collection of letters.
Now as to who to declare the winner, well, I leave that to you to decide.
The Best Bicycle Ride Ever (by Dennis)
I start the day early in the morning, just before sunrise outside of a small French town nestled deep in the Alps. Somehow I bump into some Expo teammates on the road and we have a blast duking it out up the Hors catégorie ascents and then screaming down the hairpin turns (it's my dream, so I'm now an expert at high-speed cornering). We break for coffee and pastries after a full morning of riding, and strike up a conversation with a few Pro racers who were in town doing Recon for the TdF.
My teammates were too fatigued from the morning's festivities and started to indulge in the local wines, but I wasn't ready to call it a day. So I swapped out my road bike for the "train" and headed out on an afternoon family adventure ride. The afternoon's French history cycling tour through medieval French towns brought to close my "Best Bike Ride Ever".
The Best Bike Ride (by Allsion, spelling corrected in the re-post here by Dennis)
A couple of weeks ago me and my cousin and me went to a bicycle ride. My dad's bicycle is black. My dad's bicycle is attached to the tag-a-long. The tag-a-long is attached to the trailer. We saw some ducks. They were pretty. The End.
Untitled (By Josephine, with no attempt by anyone to translate)
