It's like learning to ride a bike...Literally.

Listen: Sorry if I'm offending anyone by being the first to post...about 5 months before we leave. But I think letting people get to know a little bit about us will help bring in donations. We'll be humans instead of a hyperlink...

Here's the story of how I learned to ride a bike.

It all started when I was 14.
That's right...14.
Most kids are dreaming of a first car and I was just learning how to ride a bike.

I kind of missed the boat on learning to ride, because I was always about two years behind in my development according to baby books. I talked late (first word was 3 syllables though..worth the wait I think), I walked late, and yes I even potty trained late. So it was only natural that I not learn how to ride a bike so late in life also. Basically what happened was a few of my friends liked to ride bikes to each others houses and I became an impediment seeing as how I didn't know how. Their only options were to teach me how to ride OR no longer be my friend. They originally opted not to be my friends, but my loving mother bribed them with candy (my mom was notorious for this during middle school [not really, she only did it one other time {that story will have to wait}]). I endured the sterotypical bike riding regiment. My friend would hold the back of the bike as we slowly rolled down the street. I sooned gained some confidence as he promised he wouldn't let go. And then one time, you guessed it, he let go. When I turned around to make sure he was still holding on, and found him half a mile back, I panicked; hit the curb; and went head over heels onto some strangers lawn. I suffered some bumps and bruises with the biggest injury dealt to my ego. However, I got back on the bike and kept on trying, unlike Michelle Tanner who held a grudge against Uncle Joey for days after she fell into a bush.

Regardless, I eventually learned how to ride, my friend got his candy and my first bike looked like a tangerine on crack. It was so embarassing to ride that it eventually rusted up, after maybe 2 rides. Fortunately for me, remembering how to ride a bike is easy. So when I got my second bike 11 years later for Christmas, I still had it.

And there you have it, with MAYBE a total of 15 bike rides in the course of my lie under my belt I'm obviously qualified for this expedition to Beantown.

John, Alex, Liz...I hope at least one of you is an expert in first aid!

So it goes.