Start 'em early! |
I spent a couple of near bike-less decades in my 20's and 30's. That is, I didn't do much riding, though I did teach 3 little boys to ride. Of course, that alone didn't take that may years, but the mothering part was pretty all-consuming. It wasn't until they went their ways that I picking up a bike again. And my picked up, I mean, the new bike was light enough to actually consider lifting. What a change! For the past decade or more, I have been doing a lot of biking. And some of my favorite memories include grandboys - of course! And because Bryce had me all to himself the first five years of his life, many of those memories include Bryce.
My favorite bobble head! |
We had a little red bike that Bryce used to ride - one of those first bikes with training wheels, the pedals connected directly to the front wheel, and no brakes. Given his size and ability, this should not have been a problem - until he discovered that our driveway sloped toward the garage. He would take the bike to the edge of the driveway and zoom down, threading his way between our two parked cars and coasting to a stop just before the front wall of the garage. This is a move he executed perfectly EVERY time. Even with considerable "boy" experience, it made me nervous.
Then there was the time I took him for a ride in the Bugger connected to my bike. As we went up a hill (a small one, even by Illinois standards), Bryce encouraged from behind, "Go faster, Granma!" One of us was not amused, the other was disappointed...
Ready to ride? |
It got me wondering - Bryce, do you think we could we make the trip? Hmmm - maybe. I think I'll put him up front and tell him to go faster. I think he owes me that much!
Greetings from the tall corn in the great state of Iowa!
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