Bike Ride

So, you all remember this bike- right?

It's my favorite... because it's adorable... but you know, 1 speed, no hand brakes, there are some challanges, but hey- I'm not pulling off the Tour De France here, so it's all good for the Shoreview neighborhoods.

Well, Ronan & I decided we were going to take a ride, only he choose to ride his "razor" (the scooter-like thing you push with your feet and then coast with. I warned him a few times that he might get tired, razoring, he felt that was preposterous- and so we went.

It took about 6 blocks for the extreme whining to start...phrases like "my legs are killing me!" or "I just can't do this anymore." at this point we were over half way through our ride- so I pushed on, saying the only real alternative was for him to jump on the back of my awesome bike, holding the razor in his arms, and trying to get home this way. He immediately felt this was a bad idea, the safety patrol in him knew this was not going to be a good choice, but about a block later, he'd had it with the scooter.

So, picture Ronan riding facing backwards (so he could hold the scooter) on the little black book holder thing-a-ma-jig, with his helmet on, while I am pumping my 1 speed awesome bike up a hill... He started yelling "are you going like 100?" "This feels like we are racing so fast!" (at this point I do start thinking this was probably not the best idea I've ever had)

We finally crested the hill- when my feet suddenly feel no resistance from the peddles, MY CHAIN FELL OFF!!! now, your probably thinking-- just stop, right? WRONG- this awesome bike of mine's only brakes are the peddles-- pushing them backwards- all old school like! 

I was too scared to tell Ronan the truth at that point- so I'm sort of riding it out... as we speed down the hill, gaining a wee bit of speed, when I realize that we've got to get off this crazy train somehow. I tell Ronan- "hey, big guy, see all those big grassy areas we are passing by... I'm gonna drag my feet a bit and we'll slow down and you Jump Off!" trying to sound all fun and like this is a game... He had none of that-- "JUMP OFF?" it was obvious, I was going to have to fess up why I was asking him to do it... 

" WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CHAIN FELL OFF? I knew this was a bad idea Colie!" haaaa.. looking back at this- it's hilarous-- at the time, not so much. 

The moral of the story is... he did eventually jump, after I almost burnt holes in the front of my shoes trying to slow us down... he rolled to the ground with his big helmet head- and the razor flopped down with him. NO ONE got hurt-- PHEW!!! I was able to finally stop the bike and get the chain put back on... but somehow Ronan found the strength to razor himself the rest of the way home...

I can only imagine what the people in those houses on our path were thinking of us riding by... 

Moral of the story- if someone's on a bike... ride your bike too... and riding double is only cool when you're a kid and someone has pegs you can stand on.