Cornhole!

I'm working in my office, which faces Doublewidinavia. Little Dick is home, the front door is (duh) wide open. Double Wide pulls up on his bike and yells out, "Cornhole!" I'm sure the real story behind what that means isn't as entertaining as what most people's imagination can conjure up. Nevertheless, conjure away, faithful reader.

An additional observation about Double Wide and his biking habits. When he goes for a ride, he hauls his bike out of the house and dumps it on the lawn. And there it stays for anywhere from fifteen minutes to a half hour or more. Instead, he's in the house, out of the house, in and out of the house before actually getting on the bike. The delay is, well, not intriguing but a minor curiosity. What explains the delay? Does he forget what he was going to do? Does he get distracted by floating spots in the corner of his eye? Does he have to psych himself up or engage in some other ritual? What explains such a delay between getting ready to ride a bike and actually riding the bike?