Emory and his (rented) Beargrease. Esker Trail. Machine groomed. Cable, Wiskovakia.
Life is not fair when your son is on a carbon fiber racing machine. And of course he is rubbing it in.
On another note: you know you are in the Northwoods when: You have a $4000 carbon fiber machine that you have "rented" in the back of your truck overnight. On the basis of simply giving them a name and a phone number. Pay for the rental when you bring it back tomorrow. No ID. No credit card. Nothing. Either I look way more trusting than I feel I deserve. Or these good folks are putting way to much on the line.