It all started when the boys were very young. They didn’t know how important having wheels are for life, and had to be introduced to the concept. But they quickly caught on…
Checking out what’s behind the curtain.
Soon, however, they outgrew them, and thanks to Papa B, a new set of wheels was provided.
Trying to jump!
Daddy and the boys, and a fancy set of wheels.
Not long after that —precisely three sets of crocs which doubled as brakes— the low-riders were replaced by running bikes.
Nearly two years after getting the running bikes. At this point, they are quite proficient. Hi Papa!
But after a while, their knees were up to their chins, and it was time, for the BIG JUMP. So, dad, bought two new-used birthday bikes, thinking they were the same size (never trust advertisers), but finding out after the fact that they weren’t, but thankfully that hasn’t made any difference. With many protests (I’m going to fall!), and reassurances (some kind folks at SHSU bought you some cool knee protectors and cool riding gloves), we were finally able to get them on the bikes. After keeping them up on two runs, they were off…
Pedal for all your worth! Never stop!
Keep going, keep going! Don’t stop!
Now, they don’t want to stop! Nor do they really know how. :D
My only question is, what next?