A bicycle is freedom. I remember having a love affair with my bicycle as a child. In the summertime my bike could take me uptown for candy, to the lake for swimming, and even careening down the side of an overpass. (This resulted in a terrible wreck but I showed true bravery by even attempting it. Or maybe it was stupidity. I wish the owner’s manual would have mentioned that you shouldn’t slam on your front brakes while barreling down the side of a steep slope. It seems like a pretty important detail to leave out.)
Anyway, my favorite memory is riding my bike while jamming to “2 Legit 2 Quit” on my Walkman. That’s true joy.
I mention this because Eva has discovered the freedom of her trike. Just like her mama used to do, Eva put on her fancy shoes and headed out for a spin yesterday.
Time to introduce her to Mr. MC Hammer.
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