I love riding my bike. Always have. Ever since one of my nervy brothers put me on a bike seat, pushed me to get started . . . and then let go.
I really should tell them thank you.
Riding bike has been a source of relaxation for me. This summer, I would beg somebody – anybody– to go with me. After quite a few “unrelaxing” rides with six kids, us older riders began to be a little pickier about who got to go on our little outings. It was more fun when those along actually wanted to go along . . . and hadn’t been ordered to, bribed, or cajoled into going.
Otherwise, we left them home with Dad.
Poor guy.
The rest of us would take off on our little adventure, usually after supper, and explore our neighborhood. In fact, we had explored a good chunk of the area on our side of the highway . . . and then found ourselves with a momentous decision: would we cross the four-lane highway just to see what lay on the other side?
We were brave. We crossed it and nobody ended up flattened or smooshed.
With the sun setting earlier, I am finding our evenings to ride bike are fast slipping away. Add into that the hunting season that is upon us, and our chances slip even further down the scale.
So like I did the other evening . . . whenever it looks like there is a chance of me escaping the madhouse, I will warn everyone several times that afternoon that I am ditching everyone and everything for an hour after supper. By the time I actually leave, they are ready to shove me out the door so they no longer have to hear about it.
Many of these pictures include one of my favorite rides that takes me down past our church and curves around to the fields behind the property our home sits on.
For my birthday, I sweet-talked these wonderful kiddos of mine to ride down to the coffee shop with me. It was so much fun! Even though we had a slight mishap with a flat tire on the way, we ended up enjoying the coffees and the ride.
Now that summer is almost over and less daylight hours are upon us . . . I feel as though I am going into mourning. I have loved my summer! It has held many wonderful memories with my kids, hours of playing in my gardens, and sweet rides in the evening sunset.
I sometimes wonder how next summer could get any better . . .
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MM says
Oh how I enjoyed the bike ride with you! What a beautiful joy it is to enjoy the countryside around you – and lucky you with paved roads – our road is gravel.. and with this summer, and all the dust… not so fun, lol! At any rate, I usually walk with my beloved Annie girl (dog), but maybe I should try riding my bike, and exploring a little bit farther. And the coffee at the end of the trip sounded pretty awesome! Your pictures of the gorgeous scenery are nothing short of amazing. It is sad that summer is over, but I do so love fall too! 🙂
Kendra says
Yes, I love fall as well! But I could do with a little more daylight hours. 😉
Kim W says
How do you ride in a dress? This is a serious question. I am a novice bike rider, my late husband taught me before our daughter was born, but I haven’t been on a bike since. My little girl loves to ride( two wheeler with training wheels). She also loves to wear dresses. At the time I learned to ride I wasn’t convicted about wearing dresses so I wore jeans or shorts. I can’t imagine not getting tangled up in the pedals and chain. I don’t want my fears to hinder my daughter’s enjoyment.
I know this may sound silly to you, but I would appreciate any help.
Kendra says
A dress with lots of material and gathers in the skirt, plus lots of length probably will get tangled in the chains. Both dresses I have on in the pictures do not have a really full skirt, but they are plenty long …. almost down to my ankles. I like the length in that it helps to keep my dress down and not fly up while riding, yet not so full it tangles up. If I see it is a really windy day, I will put leggings on underneath for modesty. Who wants their dress flying up in their face? 🙂 Plus, I have seen a trick where you put a safety pin between your legs……pinning the front skirt to the back and it helps for modesty.
Hope this helps!