Mother Hen planted the seeds, grew the wheat, harvested the wheat, ground the wheat, and baked it into bread. All the while asking for help from the other barnyard animals who were always "too busy". Well, when it came time to EAT the bread they all lined up because they all of a sudden were no longer busy.
Tomorrow we work on the Eastwood trails again. If you want to eat the bread, you should help Mother Hen. Time to ride = time to help.
Note: Now, in all reality we live in the US, not a barnyard. In real life the government would step in and demand that the Hen give up much of her bread to the other animals. She would then stop making bread as most of it just went to the other animals that wouldn't help.
I was raised in the "hood", self-taught to survive on scraps of old inner tubes and changing bike tires with my teeth. Life is a struggle for me not to be another statistic that so many become after being raised in a caucasion middle class family. I now am a husband, bike mechanic, land lord, stay at home dad, and wannabe mountain bike racer.