Lorrie Miller's blog

This summer is going by rather quickly, but for my son, who now is in full race season, it is going quicker yet.  He is riding so much more than during the winter season, and he seems to be pushing his skill level higher too.  I haven't seen him race since the Gold Rush Challenge.  The next race/ ride he goes to, he'll be with my sister--the rest of his family will be cheering him on from a distance.

Yikes!  Here is the results if not following my newly learned road rash treatment.  It is my son's slow healing crusty knee.  I vowed to not let this happen again.  But, as he is fifteen, and not certain of my wisdom in these matters, I am not so sure that he will be thrilled with my intervention.  He prefers to take care of these things himself.  

A pink ribbon around my wrist marks me an insider, a camper, a racer, but I’m not.  I am the mother of a racer, a camper, an insider.  But, I am the one returning with food for the kids’ race weekend extravaganza.  After delivering groceries to my kids at the campground, I pull out of the mountain campsite nestled in a coastal forest and drive down the windy mountain highway back to my sister’s house where I will live in the comfort of a warm bed, hot water and a flat-screen TV, while my teenagers make due on old therm-a-rests, inside our twenty-year- old, and perfectly functiona

What kind of a sane parent would allow their child to break the speed limit on some extraordinarily precarious roads, on a skateboard? I'll say this right up front, this isn't by choice. He'd do it with or without my approval. Not that he is at all disrespectful, he's far from it. In fact he is quite a sweetie. He loves to race. I know I have said this before, but it is still true. So, as his doting parent I supply him with a firm set of rules.

A) no helmet= no skateboard. This is an easy one to enforce as the whole of our local longboarding community is in support of this one.