When we were traveling cross country last summer, Cooper developed a way to let me know he needed to get off the bike. He would push the side of his nose into my back and push upward. Kind of poking me as he did this. This was GREAT since we rode so much that sometimes maybe he needed to get off the bike to pee or stretch his legs, or get a drink. I was so happy he learned to do this.
I remember one day when we were in the middle of NO WHERE somewhere in the US. I don't even remember now where we were. He started to 'poke' me a little. I got on the CB radio to tell Jesse, "He's poking me. We should stop soon."
Jesse spoke back to me saying, "Lets see if there is a store somewhere near here so we can get something to eat." I agreed, but Cooper didn't. He poked me again... and again...
"He's still poking me." I told Jesse about five minutes later. So we pulled off to let him take his break. To him, this place was as good as any.
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| Me taking a picture of Jesse who was taking a picture of me and Cooper. |
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