Bike Riding

When we were kids, bikes were freedom and we rode them everywhere: far and wide, high and low, at night, without helmets over wobbly home made ramps which launched us over the neighborhood kids who weren't riding bikes at that particular moment. 

 

Suffice to say bikes were a big deal, and there was a lot of pressure from lots of angles to get on the road ASAP. 

 

Not so Anya's generation.  We live in the city where cars are everywhere and drug addicts and kidnappers lurk behind every bush...or so we believe.  Bikes to these kids are like a Ferrari you can only drive around your circular driveway.  So the pressure isn't quite so high to get pedaling.

 

But bikes are still important to us, damn it, so like good yuppies we pay total strangers to teach our kids to ride bikes.  Ridiculous right?!  I thought so too...except...that it worked.

 

Amy signed up Anya for Pedal Heads, which was a one week long bike camp.  Yep it's a thing. Look it up.

 

With in the first 20 minutes they had pulled the training wheels off the bikes our little girl was scooting along unaided.  We were very proud. And Amy earned the right to say she told me so, though she was far too gracious to cash in on that right.

 

Below are two videos I took chasing Anya around the Roosevelt  High school track on day two of bike camp.