I haven't blogged all weekend because Number One Son bummed a ride home with friends and has been hangin' with the fam for the past two days. Here he is with his track bike—note the sexy pink rims. This is his four-season transportation between work, home, and school in downtown Chicago, and he has the same legal right to use the streets that car drivers do. But he's had two wrecks (both times the drivers were at fault), the most recent of which left him with two broken ribs, so his mom worries . . . .
In the second photo he's doing a one-handed track stand, quite a balancing feat. You'll just have to trust me when I tell you the bike wasn't moving at all.
He's on his way back to Chicago now. If any of you see this bike in the Loop, I'd appreciate it your giving it a wide berth.