The Bike

My son recently got a new bike, his first two wheeler. He's 4 years old and very excited about it. My dad heard about Sam's new bike, and said he had a bike for me. I tried to talk him out of it. I haven't been on a bike in well over a decade. I thought he had forgotten about it. Wrong. This morning I was working at the computer, and I glanced out the window to see my dad walking up the walk, bike and helmet in hand. He gave me a big grin as I opened the door. I am now the proud owner of a purple 26" ladies auto shifting bike and a white helmet that is way too big for my head. Fast forward to after lunch. Sam says, "Mom, we need to take a walk on our bikes." Me: "You mean you ride your bike, and I walk behind you?" Sam: "No, you ride your bike too." Again, I have not been on a bike in decades. I'm quite certain I remember how to ride. Afterall, it's one of those things you're never supposed to forget, right? However, Sam is still a novice bike rider, and I am quite certain I am not skilled enough to maneuver a new-to-me bike AND keep my son from riding kamikaze down the middle of the road. In the end, I convinced Sam that I will ride my bike with him another day, and I walked (and sometimes ran) behind him as he rode. And together we took a half an hour to enjoy the first 80+ degree day of the spring. And due to popular demand, here is the picture of me on said bike. I about fell over trying to get on. Please try not to notice the messy hair and clothes. It's Monday....the day I clean the house. :) Related Tags: Children, Daily Life