Who Says Chivalry is Dead?

While traipsing around through the woods, Kenny stopped and held up a small tree branch for me to ride under. It was like the proverbial cloak over a mudpuddle. ::swoon::

Then 100 yards later, when his bike felt sleepy and needed a nap on a leafy hill climb, I did what any smart woman should do.

I saved myself, kept going up the hill and told the other guys he might need some help.

beep-beep “Hi, Babe!” 😆