She's ready to ride

We visited our local bike shop today, a favorite hang-out for ex-bike racers like us. Did I mention that we have a budding bike rider on our hands? Oh yes we do. Bare in mind that Jasmine has been pulled from the back of a bike since the early days, has been riding her own little push-along for just as long and watches Mama leave many a morning with her bike on top of the car. We are a family of cyclists.

So when she got on her first real bike, with training wheels, and was able to adeptly maneuver her way around and around the shop with ease, I knew we were in big trouble.


She rode for the good part of 20 minutes. She did not run into any customers. She did not cause a domino-type collision of bikes. And she did not want to get off.
Rather than impulsively whipping out the plastic--since a new bike for any of us is not exactly in the budget--we wisely chose a stop at the frozen yogurt store, where she was quite content to dream about the day when she will find her new bike ready and waiting for her in the garage.