Let me get settled into my rocking chair before I begin. Ahhh. I’m ready.
“Ehh, let me see, where was I? Oh, right: back when I was a kid…I mean, back when I was a kid, I just got on my bike and rode.”
Things aren’t so easy now. At least, not for our grandkids.
We’re blessed to have them living just a few miles down the road, but their house doesn’t have any place for our kindergarten-age granddaughters to learn how to ride.
My wife and I have a wonderful neighborhood, but–for some reason–when “they” made our streets, they gave them a tremendous crown. True story: When my wife and I walk, we sometimes walk down the middle of the (not very busy) street so our downhill knees don’t hurt. There’s quite a crown, and it’s not very conducive to learning how to ride a bike.
That’s a problem, because my wife and I both love to ride and dream of the day when we can all head out and just ride for miles. Someday!
So, we pack ‘em up: The girls, the bikes, the helmets, a snack, some water, whatever the “toy of the day” is for each of the girls to carry in their baskets, and we head out for level ground.
Fortunately, we have a school just down the road that has a beautiful track. This morning was a beautiful day for riding, and we gave it a shot. Mind you, no hair was figuratively tousled by the wind (the downside of helmets) since the girls crawled along at a snail’s pace, but we’re getting there. Nana and I walked, the girls sort of rode, and progress was made.
It won’t be long, and we’ll be pedaling for hours. I can’t wait!