I recently bought a used bike for $10.00. This bike will come in handy considering that I work close to home. However, it has been twenty plus years since I have ridden a bike. I wanted to practice riding around the neighborhood before I began to ride to work regularly.
The other day, my oldest son came home from school shrieking with excitement. "I got all my home work done!" I smiled proudly and congratulated Son #1. Son #1 and I have an agreement about completing assignments at school. If he does not bring home any homework, we will get to do something fun after school. Son #1 remembered our agreement and asked anxiously. "What are we going to do today?"
I paused for a moment and then thought about the bike. It would be fun to go riding and it was a beautiful day. "Let's go for a bike ride!" I suggested.
Son #1 shouted. "I want to bring my roller blades!" Then, he ran to his room to put on his gear.
Son #2 toddled up to me and mumbled. "I wan lollo bades!" (Translation: I want my roller blades, too. Explanation: Son #2 got roller blades for Christmas from Abuelita - Grandma. He is quite good at rolling around on the carpet.)
I ignored Son #2's comment but exclaimed. "Oh, wow! We get to go for a ride! Let's get our shoe, shoes."
While I got our youngest son ready, my husband prepared the stroller. Son #1 flew out of his room with his gear on and headed for the garage. I bustled Son #2 over to his stroller and buckled him into it. My husband threw on his roller blades. I grabbed my bike. We were ready for our ride around the neighborhood.
As my husband opened the garage door, Son #1 came over to my bike. He asked. "Mom, do you know how to ride a bike?"
"Sure, I do." I replied. "It's just been a long time since I've ridden one."
Son #1 analyzed my bike and then commented. "The bike's going to be hard, Mom. You need to be careful."
"I'll be careful. You don't need to worry." I assured my eldest son.
"No really, Mom." Son #1 reiterated. "You need to be careful because you don't have training wheels like I did on my bike."
"Am I really going to need training wheels after not riding a bike for twenty-some-odd years???" Thought the over confident mom of two.
Apparently, training wheels might have come in handy. I managed to scrape my leg against the peddle and drop the bike as we came to the first stop sign.