Watch out Lance Armstrong…
Well Lindsey has spoken and it looks like my first challenge will be a 25 mile bike ride completed by the first week in November. GULP. Thank you Bob W for your suggestion, your shirt is on it’s way! I want to thank everyone for submitting suggestions, we received quite a few and are going to use some of them during the colder months, but we thought the bike riding one would be a good chance to squeeze in the last bit of being outside before winter arrives. (I do realize I have probably jinxed this whole area and we will be getting a blizzard warning next week!) We thought it might be nice to invite folks to ride with us! I will be announcing the date for the ride soon, and anyone who wants to come join us at Loveland Bike Trail is welcome for all or part of the ride. If you are not available to ride but want to donate to Recycled Doggies per mile, you know that is always welcome!
I was thinking about my first bike, the one after I learned how to ride when my Dad took the training wheels off my beginner bike for the last time after playing the on/off game for months before he finally had stripped the screws to the point of no return. It was only then, with no choice left that I found my balance and pushed myself forward riding on with sheer glee before running into the neighbors shrubs.
I got the hang of it and before long it was time for a new ride. I can still remember the smell of the fake leather seat and how stunning the pepto bismol pink bike looked as I proudly rode my Huffy Sweet Thunder around the neighborhood.
It is a wonder my parents survived that period of parenting. My body is riddled with scars from shins to elbows that hold the memories of failed ramp jumps inspired by Evel Knievel, bike chases just like we saw on CHiPs, only Erik Estrada never had to deal with the garbage cans in Mrs. Schwartz front yard and anything you can think of we should not have been doing on those bikes we rode to the alley and did them….twice just for good measure. I should mention that I grew up on a block filled with all boys, so this was my world… bikes, Star Wars, Lego’s, and daring each other to do different shenanigans at the drop of a pixie stix!
I loved that bike and I rode till it had seen better days, faded pink seat, split with foam coming out from the gray duct tape surgery my dad attempted to perform. He was a brilliant artist so for fun he would personalized my bike so that the frame of the bar proudly displayed my name in cool writing and funky colors to compliment the pepto bismol pink. (I do realize that seems impossible.) Eventually the paint chipped away and I grew tired of having a bike that was so girly looking when all the boys had moved on to bigger and faster models. It is that bike that I will always associate with my Dad and all the memories will follow me as I race down the road working hard to hit the goal of 25 miles this month.