Bike Riding

On Saturday, Papa Bear and I took the boys on a bike ride to the park. P.B.'s bike was hooked up to a trailer that holds the boys and any other stuff that we may need along the way and at the park. I'm guessing that this adds another hundred or so pounds to P.B's load which is especially important to note since our route was fairly hilly.

We struggled our way up the hills and were relieved to feel the breeze on the infrequent down slopes. The fact that it was a super hot day didn't help the fact that we had to work our rear ends off to get up a few of those hills...especially P.B. carrying those behemoths we call our children. Anyway, M and B were yelling, "Wheeeeeeee." while we were going down the hills, clearly having the time of their lives. (Apparently we don't need to take them on amusement park rides; we've just been wasting our money.) We had just finished riding down an especially steep hill and were struggling up an awful hill when M said, "Baba! Go faster!" That little boy is lucky that P.B. didn't stop the bike and dump him off on the side of the road.