"I'm not in any hurry, let's take our time." Great, he's in baby sitter mode.
We pull into the Aldergrove border crossing - I need water.
And what good is a mt. bike, I muse quietly, if you can't jump the occasional curb? This will be my first extreme maneuver, and as a bonus it will be witnessed by one of the planet's premier endurance cyclists - I bet he'll be impressed.
I go up, I come down...it is a forward roll in a sort-of layout position. As I hit the pavement, all I can think about is those security cameras - somewhere inside a border guard is laughing.
"What were you trying to do?" Ken asks matter of factly.
A few clicks up the road Ken has a great idea: "Hey, why don't you write this up for the rando newsletter?"
"I don't think so," I respond "...too embarrassing."