dad brag

Remember when we were little kids and we would dad-brag?

My daddy is the strongest man in the world.

Yeah? Well my dad is stronger than your daddy.

Whatever! My dad can beat up both of your dads.

So, my dad is the smartest.

…and on and on.

True or not, when you are 4 feet tall, all this and more seems absolutely possible…no…true. All of it is absolutely true when you are a kid.

And then you grow up.

But I am pretty certain that few people I know personally can brag that my dad, who is 23 years older than me according to my birth certificate (you do the math), just rode his bicycle across the state of Iowa for the 15th time just because he can and he’s kind of hard core and perhaps a little bit bad ass and likely a bit crazy. It’s RAGBRAI!

I can’t possibly get all my crazy just from one side of my family! I mean, Dad did remind me yesterday about that one time I rode with him on the Tour de Lacs,, a bike ride from Spokane, Washington to C’oeur d’Alene, Idaho and back again with a broken wrist in a cast. Bad ass, maybe. Crazy, oh yes. Still a good ride.

But right now we’re going to celebrate and dad-brag this while Dad is currently kicking back and enjoying (in his words) some low culture. That’s TV to most of us.

As long as he is not Keeping Up With The Kardashians!

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