Second ride of the season.
I did get a second ride in on Saturday Morning. I hooked up the trailer and took Little Girl to go pay for our car insurance. After that was done, she wasn’t ready to go home and the sun was shining, so we biked down to Bike Doctor and had a little wall down Broadway Avenue. Which, unfortunately ending in a temper-tantrum.
We were standing in line (and it was a big line) at the bakery and Little girl decided that was enough of that. So she took my hand and gently but firmly lead me out of the building saying “OK, we all done now, time to go! All done now!” which I’m sure is pretty much a direct quote from all the times I want her to leave the playground.
Since she was being nice about it and banana bread isn’t a necessity, I just went with it and we left.
About half a block later she asked for “bana bread”, which is her pronunciation, not a typo.
I explained that the banana bread was in the all done store.
She gapped at me.
“You know, the store we just left because you said we were all done.”
“But we no have bana bread”
“Yes, there was a line of people all wanting banana bread, but it was too long for you to wait”
Silence as this sinks in.
“We go back get bana bread?”
“No, it’s too late. It is too far now to go back. We’ll go home and have lunch”
“I no wan lunsh, I wan bana bread!”
And the crying ensued.
But it was only a couple blocks to the bike trailer and the crying was a good early warning system as we biked home.
Actually, the crying only lasted about a block, she really likes biking.
The total trip was about 11kms on the bike plus about 1 1/2 kms of walking, according to google maps. I wish I could get a bike computer to track that for me.
My butt was sore, and about 2/3 of the way home, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it. Mind you, I felt the same way Friday and that trip was a lot shorter. I really had to push myself the last seven or eight blocks, but a little voice kept telling me “faster! you can do it! it’s ok! go faster, please!”
In my case, it was the little girl in the trailer who wasn’t pedaling and wasn’t tired and doesn’t understand the need to get back into shape.