I want to ride my bicycle!
I don't have an entry for Scribbit's write-away contest this month, but the topic, My First Bike, is intriguing. I searched my archives just for fun, and even though I didn't find anything suitable for this month's contest, I did find these bike references. Ride on, and enjoy!
(From Shoulds are bogus: The Sequel)
I should use the minivan less, for both financial and environmental reasons.
Reality: I use the city bus with El Grande occasionally, but I could walk more or ride a bike. I don’t have a bike – yet.
End result: I will buy myself a bike with the money I saved by ending my YMCA membership.
(a few weeks later, from No More Excuses)
We (Husband and I) now have "matching" his and hers bicycles!
In a later post, I talked about how close we lived to Lambeau Field when the kids were young, and how La Petite learned to ride a bike in the stadium's parking lot. She still tells that story, and she's in college now. It's part of why she lives, breathes, and bleeds green and gold.
Amigo rides a recumbent three-wheeler to accomodate his vision impairment. We took his three-wheeler and our his 'n' hers bikes to Canada last June on our lovely new trailer hitch mounted bike rack.
The same bike rack got in the way and had to be removed as we changed a flat tire on the highway between Lockeporte and Yarmouth, Nova Scotia.
No, I don't have time to write about bicycles, mine, Husband's, or otherwise, but there are plenty of posts that include bikes as part of their stories. Go on, enjoy!
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(From Shoulds are bogus: The Sequel)
I should use the minivan less, for both financial and environmental reasons.
Reality: I use the city bus with El Grande occasionally, but I could walk more or ride a bike. I don’t have a bike – yet.
End result: I will buy myself a bike with the money I saved by ending my YMCA membership.
(a few weeks later, from No More Excuses)
We (Husband and I) now have "matching" his and hers bicycles!
In a later post, I talked about how close we lived to Lambeau Field when the kids were young, and how La Petite learned to ride a bike in the stadium's parking lot. She still tells that story, and she's in college now. It's part of why she lives, breathes, and bleeds green and gold.
Amigo rides a recumbent three-wheeler to accomodate his vision impairment. We took his three-wheeler and our his 'n' hers bikes to Canada last June on our lovely new trailer hitch mounted bike rack.
The same bike rack got in the way and had to be removed as we changed a flat tire on the highway between Lockeporte and Yarmouth, Nova Scotia.
No, I don't have time to write about bicycles, mine, Husband's, or otherwise, but there are plenty of posts that include bikes as part of their stories. Go on, enjoy!
Labels: family life, Random Thoughts
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1 Comments:
I'm excited to head to the Recyclist next month and outfit Mr. T in another new bike--and get rid of our old bike trailer because now Mr. G's got training wheels!
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