All of these recent threads about club runs, plans, lack of plans, blah, blah, blah, got me thinking about all the times I've gone out, usually last minute, usually by myself, and dragged the kids and/or family along. I've been taking my kids out since they were little - real little. I know a lot of you have been doing the same.
So post up some of your favorite wheeling moments with the family and kids. I had to scan a few since they were before the digital-camera era (at least in my house...)
1) There's something about a co-pilot who's four feet tall and wears overalls... - Butterfield Stage route - the first place I wheeled after moving to AZ.
2) Who are you lookin at??? - on the way through Box Canyon to the Coke Ovens. She fell asleep during the whole Coke Ovens part and missed it all.
She was 13 mos old.
3) Who needs to see over the dash to drive? 4Lo, 1st gear, dad's hand on the e-brake... - Bulldog Canyon - age 9.
So post up some of your favorite wheeling moments with the family and kids. I had to scan a few since they were before the digital-camera era (at least in my house...)
1) There's something about a co-pilot who's four feet tall and wears overalls... - Butterfield Stage route - the first place I wheeled after moving to AZ.
2) Who are you lookin at??? - on the way through Box Canyon to the Coke Ovens. She fell asleep during the whole Coke Ovens part and missed it all.
She was 13 mos old.3) Who needs to see over the dash to drive? 4Lo, 1st gear, dad's hand on the e-brake... - Bulldog Canyon - age 9.
