Rain and I went for a bike ride on Saturday. He's working on his cycling merit badge (for Boy Scouts) and needed another 25 mile ride. We headed out towards Utah Lake, riding through the farmlands. As we neared what is sometimes called the "Bus Barn." Rain hollered over to me, "Look, it's where the buses are born!"
|Dale's year long example kicked in--Rain can't help but wave at the buses!|
|Is he smiling because he won't be riding the bus this year?|