I thought I'd add some more photos of Mozart's riding day earlier this month. He and his friend, Larry, usually stage their bikes somewhere in the desert, and then ride 60 to 70 miles into the wilderness. It's a great thing for a man to do. (and they come home in a great mood...and too tired to cause much trouble.)
The best thing about a ride is getting out into the open spaces and feeling free.
Climbing rocks is always fun.
There are trails to conquer.
And unexpected run-ins with other men...and sparring about whether its better on two wheels or four.
First born son (left), had a mishap last week with his car. He ran out of gas, lost control, hit a curb, and put a hole in his oil box (or whatever it's called). The car had to be towed home. He and his friend are about to pull the engine and look underneath to see what the damage is. And I drove 80 miles round trip to pick up a cherry picker and a "buddy" for this procedure.
Here it comes! Apparently the damage is not too bad...but there is a hole and something will have to be replaced...and money saved...and the car will sit in our driveway for awhile.
Since the first born has no wheels, he has moved back in. So there never seems to be a dull moment with both boys here and Mozart. And it's amazing how fast the food disappears.
I read Isaiah 35 this week. There are many hopeful words.
I liked this:
The desert and the parched land will be glad;
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;
it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
I also liked:
Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
say to those with fearful hearts,
Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come."