Honoring Mom and Dad
For many of us, riding a bike often triggers memories of our parents. I think it has to do with the fact that, at least for most people, a parent was probably right there the day you first balanced on two wheels. Dad may have used his favorite screwdriver to remove the training wheels, while Mom stood nearby, camera in hand. Or maybe one of them ran alongside the bike as you struggled to remain upright. He or she promised to never let go until you were ready—despite breathless attempts to keep the pace. And of course, it’s likely that a parent picked you up and scraped off your knees the first time you fell.
With Mother’s Day and Father’s Day right around the corner (May 13 and June 17), I’m asking for short (one paragraph) why-you-ride stories that involve a parent. I’ll review them and choose a few to highlight in an upcoming blog post. If your mother or father is the reason you ride—and you care to share that story—I’m all ears. Thanks in advance for sharing.
Please email your stories to firstname.lastname@example.org.