William was whispering sweet nothings to me about long trips across the country while he was still on the show room floor.

Nowadays, he's mostly just bored with the same old routes we've been riding and has been complaining about not getting out more. Getting out involves crossing state lines, BTW.

Tonight, though, he informed me that no snot-nosed pre-teen on a knobby-tired bike was going to pass us and the engine had just better find some juice. He does that sort of thing all too often.

Yeah, my bikes often talk to me, but DH doesn't often like what they have to say - or that I'm an all too willing listener.