The last day of August, one week before Labor Day officially shuts down summer, what better time to go for your first family bike ride of the year?
Bike riding is a fun way to enjoy family time together while getting valuable exercise. There’s hardly a happier, healthier activity for a family than riding bikes, so naturally we ignored the bikes collecting rust in the garage through the meat of summer. Happy and healthy sounds like a great combination for tomorrow, when we might have more time.
Tomorrow came on August 31. The more enterprising parent had disentangled the bikes from the garage before I got home from work. A few minutes for me to change clothes, then all we had to do was jump on and go.
If not for the tire issue.
No problem. I’ll just plug the $15 Target clearance air compressor into the car and we’ll inflate those tires in a snap.
There’s no snap, or any other noise. The air compressor’s dead. Fortunately, I have a newer, better, cheaper, $10 Target clearance compressor in the house. This one blows up half a tire before it follows its colleague to air compressor Valhalla.
On to the manual pump, purchased in the ‘90s, when both it and I were much less worn out. It’s good exercise though, pumping up four tires with a leaky pump. It’s a healthy sweat.
Ready at last. Where’s the trailer for the little boys?
Ah. Folded up in the basement. But it’s easy to set up, once you get it lugged up the stairs.
Oh good. Two more flat tires. Sorry, pump. I know you’re too old for this.
Okay, got the tires inflated and the hitch hooked up to my bike. Let’s go.
Where are the boys?
Playing down the street.
Big Man needs a new diaper. Buster should go potty.
Buster doesn’t want to go potty. He needs a drink. Every boy needs a drink. And maybe a snack.
That was refreshing. Let’s go.
Buster still doesn’t want to go potty. Let’s have debate with him about it.
Buster sits on the pot for some time. He says he pottied, but nobody heard any tinkling. It’s getting late; he must be trusted. Let’s go.
Get your helmet, Big Brother. Where is it? How should I know?
Helmet found. Little boys inserted into trailer and buttoned up. Let’s go.
Yes, Mommy, you’re right. You probably should change your flip-flops for some sort of real shoe. No, I don’t know which ones would be best.
Found your biking shoes? Great. I had to take Big Man out the trailer. He got tired of waiting and started to cry. I’ll put him back in now. No, he’ll be fine once we start moving. Let’s go.
Wait. I should probably lock up the house. Better safe than sorry. Be right back.
Okay, house is locked. Everybody’s on wheels; let’s go.
Who says he needs to go potty?
I think we did pretty good. After all, we were able to put it off until August 31.