Yet another post from me from our MamasInTraining blog:
So of course, after my true confession about my ability to ride real bikes -- the task at hand this week has been to hop on my bike and ride. The safety kid in me has been content to stick to my front lawn mastering clipping in and out of my pedals and learning to stop.
Well, my dad showed up bright and early Friday morning and in essence dragged my lazy self out of my house and demanded I suit up and ride. I tried to bargain my way out of it, I tried to tell him that I didn't have biker shorts yet and that I wouldn't be able to stop and that I would die. . . needless to say at the command of my father-- 10 minutes later I was on a bike and slowly pedaling up the street. I thought he'd go easy on me - but I was wrong.
What I thought might be a couple of rides around the block turned into an 18 mile ride halfway across the city. To top that off, most of the ride was on roads with traffic. I'm talking about cars, trucks, trailors, high school girls texting thier friends and driving at the same time . . . busy roads.
What I learned:
1. I don't like riding in traffic
2. I learned how to change a flat tire on 7400 S.
3. I don't dare to ride as fast as my dad
4. I did learn how to clip in and out of my pedals without falling
5. That I was cocky - as soon as I thought that I made it through the ride without falling, I failed to clip out at a dead stop at an intersection. The man in the car next to me laughed . . . a lot . . . and so did my dad.
6. The sirens from a fire engine are really loud when they fly right past you
7. I need sun glasses
8. My neck hurts, not my legs
9. I don't like riding in traffic.
Are we really racing this weekend? :)
Rach . . . I love DADS. My dad does the same for me. And you have got to get sun glasses . . . it keeps so much out of your eyes; bugs, sun, wind, bugs! When is your race?
Posted by: Abi | May 22, 2007 at 09:03 PM