D & B DeWitt Family

Yes. On. One full week of bike riding! I think I'm done. Off. No, just joking! The other night my daughters, Carolyn, Katie and Shannon and I went for a 3 mile - 9pm bike ride, to make sure I got it in everyday. (Okay, I missed Saturday and Sunday, but I'm sure for good reasons). Shannon called the purple bike, which was okay for all the rest of us because it is a 24" bike and the rest of the bikes are all 26" and made for speed and endurance. Now, the purple bike too has gears, but really just set for a youngster to get to and from school, which I'm sure the bike maker imagined only a few blocks from the lad's home. A short time into the ride, Shannon was lagging quite a bit, complaining and sure she couldn't finish, and she continued to do all 3 of these things through-out the ride. I, thinking it was her 'drama-queen' personality coming out of her, volunteered to ride 'the purple-pedal-pusher' the rest of the way home and she could have my bike. I think we had reached the mile marker and so we only had 2 more miles to go. Driving around our neighborhood you would consider it a fairly level terrain, however, riding a bike that had no real working gears, you could immediatly feel the inclines and massive hills we are surrounded by. My legs were dying, but could I tell that to Shannon and have her 'drama' nullified? No, I suffered for two long, long, miles. I was almost in tears. The girls tried to go slow or at least turn around a few times to make me feel like I was part of the bike 'brigade'.
And, I knowing that the last little bit of our road is a downhill slant, thought to myself that my loving daughters would somehow let me come in first. No. They didn't. Instead by the time I got to our garage, there they were: laughing, joking around, starting to go into the house, not even concerned if I could make it the last half of a block. Gee-ma-nee! In the future, first of all, I'll know NOT to go if I get the 'purple-pedal-pusher' and second, I'll go it alone.