First Ride Somewhere
My daughter let me know that she wanted to ride her bike to the park. This would be the first time riding somewhere, compared to just riding around the yard practicing falling over and not turning very well. Of course I agreed. She pointed herself down the sidewalk, and rode somewhere. On the way, while gently helping to keep her out of traffic, I tried to recall my first ride somewhere. I think it was down the block to my friend Eric's house, to show him my new blue three-speed Stingray with the banana seat, sissy bars, and stick shift. Within days, we were building ramps with tires and plywood, and imitating a famous motorcycle stuntman, wipe-outs included. My daughter's verdict of the outing? "I liked coming back better because we rode on the streets. I am not good on the sidewalks, it's better to ride on the streets and yards." I don't think it was as big a deal to her as it was to me. Not yet anyway. Get up. Go ride.