Mr X and I bought bikes last weekend. They weren't expensive, just basic. We wanted them to play on, to get more exercise, for camping, and I even rationalized that they would be vital to our emergency storage. *blush*
On our first ride Mr X's chain fell off twice and his brakes kept rubbing the tire. On our second ride his seat kept sliding all the way down (it made him look like a little kid) and then he got a flat tire and we had to walk all the way back home. We're going to fix his tire tonight and we'll see what happens on his third bike ride. Hopefully nothing or he is going to freak out probably...
But on to the point... Riding these bikes took me back to my childhood when I would ride all over town on my bike. To my friend's houses, to the store, to work, just for fun, etc. Then it got me thinking how active we are as kids. During the summers my mom would make us go to 2 swim practices a day, followed by yard/house work and then free time. When you're a kid free time means play time so you run around outside and bike and play active games like tag and such. We would do this until dinner time or until we got in trouble for something. So we were active all day long every day. It is no wonder kids are (usually) so skinny and can eat whatever they want! It's also no wonder they seem to sleep soundly too. I'm fairly certain that if I was that active even now I could probably get away with eating a Ritter Sport every single day with no jiggly repercussions.
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we've found bikes for kevin and i at garage sales, and they've been quite fun. i agree, it does bring back some childhood memories quite easily. the cutest thing is watching the kids' legs pedal so fast and furiously, it's just hilarious.
and, i hate to admit that i don't know what a ritter sport is. it must be delicious if it's something you're not letting yourself have.
Hope Mr. X has better luck on his next bike ride. . . oh--and you WOULD have to mention Ritter Sport--those are my absolute WEAKNESS!
Just hearing the words, I'm sure I've added a few inches to my hips. . .
I love it when the weather is nice enough here to ride our bikes.
When Gilbert and I first got them, we decided to go on a long bike ride to the library one night. Unfortunately, one of my bike pedals fell off right as we reached the library. Gilbert laughed at me as I pedaled my bike with one leg and one pedal. (Please note that I was pregnant with child #1 at this time.) Yep, he was laughing at a pregnant lady on a busted bike. We ditched the bikes and walked to a gas station for a wrench and a screwdriver. My "hero" fixed the pedal, and then rode my bike all the way back home just in case the pedal fell off again. I have never ridden a bike while pregnant again.
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