Really, a bike ride should not be filled with drama. It should be relaxing. It should be healthy. It should bring peace and happiness to the rider.
It is not that for our family.
For our crew, saddling up a bike to ride the few streets to the park is equal to a record-breaking attack on the MS-150. And by “a few streets to the park” I mean suburban cul de sacs and paved trails. No crossing streets, no traffic, really not even any bumps.
As I’ve mentioned before, El has her own issues with keeping her shoes/dress/doll in check. Because this is difficult to do when also trying to steer a bike, she spends most of her time OFF the bike attending to some falling-down drama.
Sam creates drama. For a three-year-old, he’s really good at bike riding, so he invents drama by seeking out the biggest hills he can find (driveways–remember we live south Texas) and racing down them.
And falling, of course.
Which begs the question of where his helmet is in this picture….
I know, I know. It just seems to strange to wear a helmet AND have training wheels. But Sam is quickly proving himself to be the record-breaking MS-150 type, so we should probably start the habit now.
As a die-hard flip-flop lover, Catie’s drama is over the shoes she’ll wear bike-riding. She’ll argue about wearing tennis shoes for longer than any bike ride she’s ever completed.
After a few wipe-outs on her bike, she’s afraid she’ll fall and break her arm. Lately she’s opted for pushing Nate’s stroller instead of riding. Her reason?
“Mommy, it’s just too stressful.”
See?
We’re a drama-filled bike-riding family.
