Thursday, September 7, 2006
Adventures in bike riding
Just in case you’re rolling around on the floor laughing at the thought of me riding a bike (and I’ll admit it’s worth a chuckle), no, I’m not the one having the adventures.
Our oldest granddaughter is not afraid of much — fear is just not something that ever affects her. The youngest one, on the other hand, is ruled by fear — of things that “she” perceives as dangerous.
Take ballet. She’ll ride a horse anywhere, or a 4-wheeler — won’t take a ballet class for fear of hurting fingers or “tootsies.”
She won’t learn to roller skate either. Some “other” irrational fear. (Let’s not mention spiders or even bugs around her. That may not be an “irrational” fear.)
She’s finally overcome the fear of riding her too-small bike without the training wheels.
Boy, has she overcome the fear!
She’s now a bike-riding fanatic. Never mind that Saturday morning early, she and her big sister had a crash that involved a boat-trailer hitch and a broken bike brake cable on Binky’s bike. Many tears and apologies later they were riding bikes down the graveled driveway once again.
Later that morning, “Bikey” once again tumped Gremlin over. This time “Bikey” tripped over a big rock in the driveway and the pedal jumped up and grabbed Grem’s leg and jammed it up between the frame and the pedal. And it wouldn’t let go!
After she and her big sister got the leg untangled from the bike, a limping, sobbing child needed an Ace bandage around her shin and her thigh (didn’t break the skin, only left a slight red mark).
The girls and I drove to Munford, Tenn. that afternoon to visit my youngest brother, who is recovering nicely from surgery.
We made a stop at a store in Olive Branch and picked up a bike helmet, knee and elbow pads. It would have been impossible not to get them — Grem asked for them with trembling lips and watery eyes — “Do you want me to get a crushed head if I have another accident?”
I left Binkster at a friend’s house on the way home and then Gremlin and I headed home — she with her helmet and other paraphernalia on in the car (we’re calling her a bobble-head — she wobbles and bobbles her head all around while wearing the helmet).
Mom immediately had to go bike riding with her.
Sunday morning, 7:30 a.m., Gremlin pops up, puts on all her safety apparel and starts hounding Mom to go bike riding.
Mom has ridden about 10-15 miles or so this weekend and is beginning to drag a bit.
I bet she needs a helmet!
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