Modern American Rule #1: The road is no place for a person who's paying attention.

Let along one who's on a bike. With a little baby in a trailer. But we did it anyway and enjoyed an evening of wine, women and song (more like beer, family, and jazz, but whatever) by bicycling down to the Chandler Jazz Festival way back when Chloe was just a little 8 month thing.

Brooke was prepping for a bike ride with my parents just yesterday, and she committed a serious mistake. Are you sitting down? She asked my dad if he had a bike helmet. This is grave because she didn't understand that she was peeling back the lid of a smelly can of worms when she asked.

She thought she was making conversation.

Oh . . . no no no, no. No. No.

This was my dad.  I don't even know what to say other than that.  My. Dad.