As long as there is breath in my body, I will fight for the right to have a family bike ride. I play enough sports, I watch enough sports and I attend enough sporting events that I am justified in rounding up all three of my boys for bike riding. They are so wholly resistant at times, I question whether I should push forward. Then, after another round of football/baseball/basketball, I think, you know what? I deserve a little something for me.
Mad Dog’s week has been particularly demanding work-wise so when a 90 minute window opened up for us to hop on our bikes this weekend, we took it. I couldn’t believe we were finally doing something I wanted. The sky was cloudless and the kind of deep blue that takes your breath away. The temperature was perfect and I could hear the birds chirping us on to a fun family outing. Life was good.
We rode all of five minutes and T.Puzzle announces that he needs to use the bathroom.
I have written many times about how I can’t relate to Full Speed’s ultra-competitive nature. With time and experience I’ve learned that even if I don’t understand it, I have to accept it.
Where I have yet to journey the path of acceptance in this realm, is when I’m attempting to have a leisurely family bike ride.
We recently purchased a tandem trail-a-bike for T.Puzzle. T.Puzzle is content to ride in tandem with ol’ slow poke Mom. He’s just thankful to be out of the tiny baby bike seat. So is my backside. No more being kneed on a repetitive basis by T.Puzzle’s overgrown four year old limbs.
The ride to pizza was fine. The ride to the park even better. As long as Full Speed is riding tandem and in FRONT with Mad Dog, things in life are great.
Why not mix it up? Let’s give lil’ T.Puzzle his chance to shine and hop on with Dad on the ride home from the park.
This is when near disaster struck. Full Speed was so determined to beat T.Puzzle, he pedaled at a furious rate. Even if I stopped pedaling completely, Full Speed’s relentless legs propelled us to the lead. I didn’t mind at first. In fact I could already see the humor of the situation glaring back at me.
I lost my humor quickly when at a busy intersection Full Speed kept pedaling no matter how many times I yelled ‘STOP!’
Things turned even more unfunny as we maneuvered down our main subdivision street trying to avoid oncoming traffic and remain in a single file formation. As Mad Dog and T.Puzzle eased in front of us as a truck whooshed by, Full Speed let out a tantrumific cry. He was outraged and boy, did he let me know it.
That’s it. I was done. I pulled us over to the sidewalk, hopped off the bike and refused to ride in the insanity any longer.
Full Speed’s response?
He leapt off the bike and attempted to beat his Dad and his brother by foot.
And wouldn’t you know it? That little man almost beat them.