I have a rule that I don't blog about my family, but I'm going to make a rare exception in this case. It's bike-related, after all.
The other day my daughter had her fourth birthday and was given, thanks to her generous grandparents, her first 'proper' bike. She's been tooling around on a scootalong for about 18 months and pretty much had balance sorted by last summer, but the new machine has pedals and brakes (with levers and handlebars properly scaled for small hands). As you can see from Tashi's expression, she's pretty pleased. Yes, that's a matching helmet and Camelbak...
It's early days, but whilst the addition of pedals and brakes is a distraction that's overriding some of that balance practice, the other day she rode her new bike halfway to school, stopping only to have a drink halfway up the big climb. Like father, like daughter.
And it's nice to see the sheer excitement that the freedom of two wheels can bring, all over again. Remember your first bike? I do.
OK, that's my proud dad bit out of the way. Normal service will resume shortly...
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