Biking

So yesterday Beau McCarlie came over to my house and we were playing basketball when we decided to go on a bike ride. It's around 6:00 now and so we get on our bikes and head down to the provo river trail. I figure we'll make it down to the freeway (about 5 miles round-trip.) We make it to the freeway and figure we can keep going. (Not even a little bit to avoid going back through the not-even-a-little-bit-scary ghetto part of Provo. We're not scared of huge, muscular people who look like they want to kill us) After driving on, through farming lands and forests, we eventually make it down to Utah Lake! The lady taking "entrance fees" to the lake comes out and tells us one of us has to be 18 to go in. I'm slightly confused and asks her: "You don't think I look 18?" She took one look at my small, thin, 5'4" frame and says: "Not in the slightest. My son is your age." What ticks me off is that her son is probably 12. People just don't seem to see my obvious age of 15 and 1/2. So, not wanting her to crack into fits of mirth over my height when I tell her how old I am, we drive back, reaching home about 7:15. 13 miles in an hour and 15 minutes. Top that Y'all! Haha!!!!