The Price of Innovation

I live on an island in the middle of the Niagara River. Most Sunday mornings when the weather cooperates, I along with several family members and friends, ride bicycles around the island. It’s a little over 20 miles around with the wind at your back on the east side and the wind in your face on the west side. It’s not hilly but there are some steep climbs, so a good bicycle makes the ride easier. One incentive for us to participate in this gruelling exercise is that after the ride my sister-in-law prepares a big breakfast and a venue to swap good natured insults and tall tales as well as discuss what’s new in the bicycle marketplace.