Huffman Coding

If you don’t get this, it is probably because you have a life…

This past weekend, I rode the bike trail at my in-laws with my three girls, including 4-year-old Claire who had just learned to ride without training wheels last week. She ran into a couple of the poles that are in the center of the trail where it intersects with roads. I suppose I should now teach her how to operate the coaster brake on her bike.

I was riding my brother-in-law’s 30-year-old Schwinn. Three sizes too big with old fashioned friction shifters on the stem. No bike cleats. No helmet. For you youngsters out there, they used make bikes with only 10 speeds!

As my 8-year-olds were girls were pedaling up a storm, I was thinking that maybe it was time for their first organized bike ride!

That thought disappeared two minutes later when Katie veered into my front tire with her 16″ bike, pushing me off the left side of the paved trail. The front wheel went left and for the first time in 15 years or so, I fell off my bike. I landed on my right hand and rolled across the trail. The left pedal had made nice little gashes in my left leg.

At the trail’s end, my father-in-law was waiting to load the bikes back onto his truck. He asked how the ride was…

“I ran into a little traffic”

I’m still pressing down on the inside corner when I open the kitchen cabinets to release the latches that are no longer there.