Molly and Abby learned how to ride their bikes without training wheels this summer.

Mike and I can no longer keep up with them as they ride about the neighborhood, so we decided that it was time to make an investment in our health, future and family entertainment.  We bought ourselves bicycles. I haven’t ridden a bicycle since I was eleven or twelve years old.  This new toy was very exciting to me!

Last Saturday  Mike and I had a “kid-free” day. so we set out to shop for bikes.  We found perfect bikes and purchased them by noon.  We went home and rode up to “town” for lunch, a wine tasting and a little shopping.  Late that afternoon, we rode to the park where we sat on a blanket and enjoyed a Mike’s Lemonade together.  As much as we enjoyed our day together, we couldn’t wait for the girls to get home to go for a family ride.

Sunday afternoon, Alli came home from her friend’s house.  She thought my bike was cool and asked to take it for a spin up the block.  As she was riding up and down the road, our neighbor (an 8th grade boy) was riding his scooter along her side.  Shortly after, I realized Alli was standing in the middle of the road looking at my bicycle in a puzzled way.  I called to her “what’s wrong”?  Her reply was “Billy hit me, the bike won’t go”.

My friends, this little shit punk neighborhood kid ran into the back tire of her (MY) bike with his gas powered Razor scooter.  He knocked her over and then disappeared. 

Anyone that knows me knows that I went mental.  I wanted to call the police, however, my calm, diplomatic husband said he would go talk to the neighbors and explain what their precious son had done.

The parents were horrified and seemed very apologetic for their son.  Mike was told he would be grounded from his scooter and pay whatever it costs for us to have my bike repaired/replaced. 

Two trips back to the bike shop amd $50.00 later, I am back on the road. 

Too bad Hurricane Hanna is going to keep my bike in the garage this weekend.