I suppose that is what sent me on my path of mountain biking, even though my dad didn't ride his off-road a ton, mostly on gravel roads and such. Back then, Cannondale had a really cool upgrade program that allowed the original owner to send their old frame in, regardless of condition, for a new model for only like $50 bucks. So, somewhere around 1992 or so, we did trade up for a new, shiny red C'dale frame. With a Rock Shox Quadra fork on it, it was about as technologically advanced as my pops would ever need for a new bike.
|I think that this is the exact look and gesture he gave me after the|
Needless to say, that was probably the last true off-road ride with him, for multiple reasons. One, he didn't trust me anymore to take him on a trail, even though I promised him I'd always wait for him. Two, just a short while later he would be diagnosed with Hepatitis C and since he was on some sort of chemotherapy for the next 10+ years in a futile attempt to control his unusually aggressive form of Hep C, it left him too sick to do much physical outdoor activity.
|The "frankenbike" SS.|
The 29th would have been my dad's 63rd birthday, so happy birthday Pops. I hope on that day, wherever you are, you got that replacement cruiser and went for a spin. Or better yet, I hope you got a cherry red Cannondale and went on an off-road ride. I just hope if you crash, whoever you're riding with waits for you this time.