Just finished a 20 mile bike ride with Meghan. We’re sitting in a McDonalds in Danvers. At the table next to us, we’re listening to a 99 year old guy (gonna be an even 100 next month!) come over and start chatting up a group of 80-something women.
Beta wanted to go for a bike ride, and Alpha didn’t want to do any chores, and they both knew that I’m a pushover for going on long bike rides. Beta chose the destination, because Livingston Park is pretty cool and we never let her go there.
Alpha led the way, as the park is on the way to Strongwater Farm (where she takes riding lessons). I think she wanted to prove she can ride her bike that far, as she wants to volunteer to work with the horses when she’s old enough.
While there, they climbed around a little:
On the way home we shall euphemistically say that we “held a few lessons on keeping bikes away from the car lanes,” or maybe “keeping to our side of the white line (and why that’s a good idea),” and leave it at that.