Reagan’s Story

Every night my wife and I tag team bedtime duties.  I take the youngest.  She takes the oldest.  I read books, lie with my daughter for awhile, kiss her good night then go into my oldest daughters room to get hugs and say good night.  Sometimes I catch her on her Kindle or old iPhone and have to remove the device from the situation.  She knows she’s not supposed to be using it after bedtime so she’s usually very apologetic about it.  Last night was one of those nights.  I could tell something was a little different though by the way she reacted.  She was smiling sheepishly and had more of a look of pride then guilt.  I asked what she was doing and she told me she was writing.  She saw me writing one of my upcoming blog entries on a plane ride and she wanted to do the same.  She asked if I would put it on Facebook when she was done.  There’s no way I could say no to that.  I love watching her confidence grow every day and I will never stand in the way of that.  So…here’s Reagan’s first Blog Post.  If you like it, let know.  I’d love to see her do more…

PS – Yes.  I am wrapped around her finger.  Yes.  I do realize this all could be an elaborate plan for a new American Girl doll.  I don’t care.  It’s what daddy’s do.


Reagan’s Story

My dad rides in the DK 200.  It stands for Dirty Kansas or Dirty Kanza.  My dad rides in it every year.  I love watching him cross the finish line at like midnight.  I love giving the riders that come across his fives.  I love asking my dad, “Did you win?”.  He always tells me no.  He tells me “a race is not just about winning, it’s about having fun”.  I like riding bikes with my dad.  We go riding around Thorndale by Emporia.  We ride gravel rides and sometimes at Camp Alexander.  My legs start to hurt really bad but he always says “you just have to keep going”.

A couple weeks ago I went around Thorndale for the first time without stopping.  There’s a very steep climb on a corner that has always been hard for me.  I have gotten a flat tire on my bike when we were riding.  My mom came to pick up my bike but I wanted to stay and keep riding on a different bike.  That worked because Norah wanted to go home with mom anyways.  One of my favorite things to do on vacations is find bike shops and go in them with my dad.

Last year a lady gave me DK riding cards.  My dad was not in them though.  So when I got home, I made a card for my dad and put it in with the other cards.


I like that my dad writes stories on line and he lets me read them.  On the airplane to Florida, my dad wrote one and I got to read it.  One of them I read was really funny.  I’m forward to riding in another race with my dad again.

– Reagan

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Backroad cycling enthusiast, husband, father and friend. View all posts by BobbyT

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