A couple of years ago, I decided to buy a bike. And by bike I mean a pedal bike. I have a motorcycle license but that's another story altogether.
There are some awesome bike trails around me, and I've always wanted to bike the Great River Road. Maddy and Kelli used to ride their bikes all over the neighborhood. I recently found out that Kelli took Maddy on a pretty long ride once upon a time, involving ice cream and riding where I told them not to. But hey, what am I supposed to do now, ground them?
Kelli and Maddy's bikes have gears and hand brakes and pegs and all kinds of whatnot. I wanted a bike - wheels, pedals, handlebars, and maybe a basket for my water bottle. I found a very lovely little red basic bike, and was told in no uncertain terms that if I rode that, they would not ride with me. I would be an embarassment and all their friends would point and laugh. I'm sure they meant they would point and laugh. I was also called Pee Wee. Pee Wee had a pretty cool bike, as I recall.
Anyway, things happened and I never bought the bike.
Now that we've moved, Maddy is tearing around the neighborhood on one of her three bikes (hers, Kelli's, or Craig's old Dyno). She asked me when I was going to get a bike, and I said, soon.
Apparently "soon" came on Sunday. It doesn't have a basket yet, but we'll get one. Perhaps also a horn and a lion's head light to complete the ensemble. It's not red, but a lovely shade of turquoise blue, with fenders and whitewall tires.
I love it. It's one of the best Mother's Day presents I could ask for.