Then something happened. High school, I believe it was. Life got busy, and bikes weren't cool, and somehow the riding stopped. I did get a mountain bike for my high school graduation, anticipating taking up mountain biking at college in Colorado, but it turns out I am a huge weinie, and "mountain biking" doesn't technically involve riding the brakes down the hill screaming "Help!!!" My lovely purple Trek then proceeded to collect dust for some time. I was petrified of riding in the cities I lived in in my twenties (San Francisco hills! Boston drivers!), and intimidated by the steep hills in our towns in Vermont. I kind of thought my biking days were over. The adventurer and environmentalist in me was sad about this, but the weinie was comforted.
And then the little man came along. The husband, not being a weinie, loves biking, and was eager to rig his bike with a seat for little J as soon as was age-appropriate. We do live in a part of Boston which happens to feature miles and miles of contiguous bike paths. In fact, you can ride from our house to the heart of downtown in about 20 minutes, and almost entirely on protected paths. So, this spring, B got an iBert Safe-T seat for his bike and took to the road with J. Immediately, both boys were smitten with their new pastime.
|Adorable, I must say.|
I LOVE IT! There really is something about riding a bike. Not only do your mind and body somehow never forget how to do it, but riding down the street with the wind whipping past your ears creates a sense memory of carefree childhood that is like no other. Riding down the bike paths, I get a glimpse back to the days where my sisters and I would stay out riding for hours without a care in the world. It is amazing for the soul and, incidentally, not so bad for the tuchas either. I've been running a lot and biking is providing the perfect cross-training break for my knees -- bonus!
Also, like so many other things (having a baby, or a dog, come to mind), it isn't until you take up something yourself that you start to notice it all around you. Bike culture is everywhere, and incredibly intriguing. Aside from the physical and environmental benefits of riding, there is some stunning bike style to admire. I was flipping through Lucky Magazine this month, and in a feature about the designer Lela Rose there was a snapshot of her and her daughter on her custom bike.
|Photo via Lucky Magazine|
|Photo via Tribeca Citizen|
|Photo via sdbikecommuter|
|Photo via Cup of Jo|
|Mama sporting awesome Bern helmet, little J trying desperately to escape to expedite start of ride.|