At some point last night I wrote a post. As is my usual habit I walked outside to smoke before editing and fixing and posting, and I never got around to posting it. And now I probably never will.
But I will tell you some of what it said. Also, are you tired of bike talk yet?
Leaving work yesterday I stopped in at the downtown bike shop to learn that my new stem will be in today, that I can bring the bike in today and likely pick it up tomorrow with new handlebars. They didn't have any helmets that I like.
I rode a few minutes down the road to the next nearest bike shop and also didn't find any helmets that I liked, but I did find the bike that I thought might be just right for Big Brother, so I continued riding to Momma's house where I locked my bike to her front porch rail and took The Boy and Momma's car to go pick up Big Brother from school.
From there we went back to the bike shop so Big Brother could voice an opinion and perhaps choose from the available models within our price range. The one road bike they had was really sweet looking and too small for me and sort of pink looking. It actually looked like it had once been red but had faded to pink, as Big Brother pointed out, also mentioning that he nonetheless still didn't want a pink bike.
He did like the Schwinn mountain bike that looks an awful lot like a slightly smaller version of mine but in black, dark gray, and yellow. While the back tire is knobby, the front tire is the type I'd considered looking at for my mountain bike before letting the mania talk me into the road bike.
Our next shopping adventure was to Kmart for a helmet and bike lock and a pair of inner tubes for the bike we already have that I hope The Boy will learn to ride on. He has a pretty cool big wheel that he's loved riding the past couple of years, but the bike mania is at least a little contagious it seems.
This morning, as the boys were eating breakfast, I handed Big Brother the instructions that came with his helmet so that he could adjust it properly for his head. He was working on that when I drove The Boy to school, and was wearing it and ready to go when I arrived back home about ten minutes later.
The weather was a bit chilly, and though he rode the bike a bit both before we bought it and after we brought it home, it's a bit new to him still. It's a great fit for him, but he's used to a BMX bike and also hasn't ridden since before winter.
I trailed him to school and did that thing I do where I probably talk to much and try to help too much. He was a little skittish facing downhill and didn't want to go too fast. I kept having to slow down and not run him over. And overall it was a really nice way to start the day. Google maps is telling me it's 1.3 miles and should take me six minutes. We easily doubled the time, but that's fine of course.
And now I'm off to run errands. Deposit a check, bike stuff, something to eat, home, laundry that needs to be folded, pick up The Boy from school, look out the window for Big Brother riding by himself. I'm sure I've forgotten something.