a 3 hour tour

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, That started from this loving home, aboard this mother ship. The Daddy was a mighty ridin' man, the Momma brave and sure. Four passengers set foot that day for a three hour tour. A three hour tour.
The weather started getting hot, the family was tired. If not for the stomachs of the thirsty crew, hydration would be lost. Hydration would be lost.


The bike set ground in the front of this fabulous slushie shop,
with Daddy,
the Momma too,
the imaginaire and her sis,
the need to climb,
quenched thirst and tired eyes,
here on "The Bike Ride That Lasted for Miles."

Now this is the tale of the bike riders, they're here for a long, long time, they'll have to make the best of things, it's an uphill climb. The Daddy and the Momma too, will do their very best, to make their girls comfortable, in the bike cart nest. No phone, no toys, no baby dolls, not a single luxury, like Robinson Crusoe, as primative as can be. So join us here each day my friends, you're sure to get some smiles, from a loving family of four, here on "The Bike Ride That Lasted for Miles."

"Here on "Gilligan's Isle." - Sherwood Schwartz and George Wyle