Dear Laney,
You're still mastering the art of riding a bike.
You have two modes of thought when it comes to bike riding:
Phase One can be summarized like so: "This is a disaster. There's no way I'll be able to remain upright. A two-wheeled bicycle spits in the face of physics. The very idea is incomprehensible. I will crash on the sidewalk in a tornado of flying gravel. There will not be enough Band-Aids in the world to cover all the "ow-ies" I'm going to get. Now, please hold me while I sob on the curb."
Then comes Phase Two: "I am AMAZING. No one has ever ridden a bicycle as well as I'm doing it right now. Lance Armstrong when he was still doping wasn't this good. I rule this machine and the surrounding neighborhood. I am the greatest."
Neither one is true, of course.
On the plus side, your dad has probably dropped six pounds just from the effort of running the equivalent of the 50-yard dash up and down our street over and over again in 90 degree heat.
We're going to rent you out to the local CrossFit place.
Love,
Mom
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