Last week we unloaded the bikes from the garage rafters. We had to; it was the first week of March and Buffalo was in the 60’s. As my sons zoomed down the street, the younger one called, “this is my first ride of the summer!” Um, correction: it’s still winter.
I’m not going to lie, it was exhilarating to ride my cruiser in the crisp air of an open winter. So exhilarating that this morning I loaded the bikes into the back of the mini van and set out to explore a bike trail with my kids.
The wind was easily whipping at 20-30MPH, therefore there was no trail more perfect than one that had been converted from a train track. This path was so flat a marble wouldn’t roll on it. There was nothing but straight, smooth pavement for miles. There were even benches and maps along the way.
On top of it, my kids were profusely thankful for the experience. They’re begging to go bike another 5 miles on Friday. Their excitement level was elevated to a point that I had to remind myself that exercise releases happy endorphins, and that must be adding to their elation.
My cousin whose children are 4 & 6 (mine are 6 & 8) said that when she gets together with her friends they pick a different playground each time. This way it’s a new, but familiar experience for the kids. It breaks the monotony of toddler life. I thought this was such a fun way to mix it up, that I’m now going to apply her principle to bike trails.
What I’m really saying is we’ve just expanded our free fun by, oh let’s say, 40 miles – locally, that is.