Let's all get on our bikes! We won't be cycling around all of Greece, just around Lake Plastiras, and that's no small feat. Today, Dad is in great shape. He's first, ahead of everyone. Mom, Zoi, and I are struggling to keep up. − Wait for us, Petros, Mom pleaded. − I'm thiiirsty! Zoi groaned. I, Odysseas, the oldest, eight years old, gritted my teeth. − Come on, Dad shouted. Let's go singing: pedal strong, I can, I can... An hour later, we stopped in the countryside, in the middle of nowhere. Dad's bike tire gave out from too much pedaling!