pedaling
Jul. 9th, 2026 09:14 pmSo, Squidling's camp next week is a bike camp, and it's just on the other side of the lake from us. It's only from 9 a.m. to noon, but he's very excited about doing more with his bike and all... and I realized a bit ago that of course it would make the most sense for him to ride to camp, given it's close and all.
Except my bike hasn't been ridden in 10+ years and was in desperate need of a tune-up, and... I hadn't ridden a bike in 10+ years. Oops.
Okay, no problem, The Boy says I can borrow his bike... except when I tried to ride it I totally panicked because it's a little too tall for me and the seat won't go down any further and it's a heavy, technical-looking monster of a mountain bike, and I Just Could Not Cope. Minor panic attack ensued in which I realized that there was no way I could get used to riding this bike in time to ride to camp with Squidling on Monday.
On hearing that I felt sure I would do better with my own bike, The Boy very kindly hauled it out of storage and out to the local bike shop, where they gave it a tune-up and fixed everything that had gone utterly sideways in the last decade of disuse and poor storage (it used to live on our deck, in the old apartment, because where the heck else could we fit a bike?). So yesterday I take out my newly fixed bike and determinedly attempt to ride it. And fail. For, like, fifteen minutes I'm struggling in our very steep driveway and alley trying to figure out why I can't get this thing going properly, until it occurs to me: MOVE IT TO A LONGER AND FLATTER SPACE, DUMBASS.
So I walk the bike across the street and over to a long, flat area of sidewalk, and, lo and behold, I manage to get up and moving, and go back and forth on the long block several times before deciding that's enough for one (very hot) afternoon.
But it was not going to be enough to get us to the camp on Monday. So this afternoon, after The Boy left to take Squidling to his regular Thursday appointment, I loaded up my phone and keys, a water bottle, and a small first aid kit into a little backpack and walked my bike out to the lake, where I practiced a little bit on the path and then, with mounting but still uncertain confidence, out onto the protected bike lane around the lake. AND IT WORKED. I went halfway around the lake, then turned and came back (wasn't sure about the bike lanes on the other side, and my thighs were reminding me it's been a decade since I did any bike riding!), and tomorrow we're going to go out as a family and do the whole ride around the lake so that I can get more used to the bike lanes and all, and figure out how to turn out for the location where the camp is and all that.
But, honestly, between this and the fact that this was the year I actually managed to start driving again a little bit (after TWENTY YEARS), I'm feeling pretty proud.
Oh, and we watched Wreck-It Ralph for movie night last night, and he loved it. YAY, he likes movies now!!!
Except my bike hasn't been ridden in 10+ years and was in desperate need of a tune-up, and... I hadn't ridden a bike in 10+ years. Oops.
Okay, no problem, The Boy says I can borrow his bike... except when I tried to ride it I totally panicked because it's a little too tall for me and the seat won't go down any further and it's a heavy, technical-looking monster of a mountain bike, and I Just Could Not Cope. Minor panic attack ensued in which I realized that there was no way I could get used to riding this bike in time to ride to camp with Squidling on Monday.
On hearing that I felt sure I would do better with my own bike, The Boy very kindly hauled it out of storage and out to the local bike shop, where they gave it a tune-up and fixed everything that had gone utterly sideways in the last decade of disuse and poor storage (it used to live on our deck, in the old apartment, because where the heck else could we fit a bike?). So yesterday I take out my newly fixed bike and determinedly attempt to ride it. And fail. For, like, fifteen minutes I'm struggling in our very steep driveway and alley trying to figure out why I can't get this thing going properly, until it occurs to me: MOVE IT TO A LONGER AND FLATTER SPACE, DUMBASS.
So I walk the bike across the street and over to a long, flat area of sidewalk, and, lo and behold, I manage to get up and moving, and go back and forth on the long block several times before deciding that's enough for one (very hot) afternoon.
But it was not going to be enough to get us to the camp on Monday. So this afternoon, after The Boy left to take Squidling to his regular Thursday appointment, I loaded up my phone and keys, a water bottle, and a small first aid kit into a little backpack and walked my bike out to the lake, where I practiced a little bit on the path and then, with mounting but still uncertain confidence, out onto the protected bike lane around the lake. AND IT WORKED. I went halfway around the lake, then turned and came back (wasn't sure about the bike lanes on the other side, and my thighs were reminding me it's been a decade since I did any bike riding!), and tomorrow we're going to go out as a family and do the whole ride around the lake so that I can get more used to the bike lanes and all, and figure out how to turn out for the location where the camp is and all that.
But, honestly, between this and the fact that this was the year I actually managed to start driving again a little bit (after TWENTY YEARS), I'm feeling pretty proud.
Oh, and we watched Wreck-It Ralph for movie night last night, and he loved it. YAY, he likes movies now!!!