My first ride with the family this spring down in the metropark was the scene of my first fall with my new bike and its clipless pedals. It was only my third ride.

I was biking up a hill and way ahead of the others and slowed down to wait and look around. I saw a turkey--pretty big one--and hollered to my kid to hurry up--there's a turkey! It was fun, until I fell. The turkey ran into the woods and the kid only saw me fall, and had a big chuckle. My wife followed him up the hill in time to see me on the ground and ask "what are you doing?" She says that too much.