She rode 3 miles and now has all the bike plans. Me too, Roozle. Let’s go!

“How do you want to get to the party? We can walk, ride bikes, drive, or take the train.”

“BIKES!”

“Can I ride my bike and you ride yours?”

“YES.”

“That means you have to ride the whole way, though. And it’s kind of far. Do you think you can do it all the way there and home?”

“YES I CAN WE NEED TO RIDE OUR BIKES LET’S GO RIGHT NOW.”

She rode 3 miles. She was cautious and smart and more brave than scared and so strong. All that balance biking around the house all winter was training, apparently. We rode on the street and sidewalks and bike paths. We took turns leading the way. We checked in with each other and talked about how to be safe on the bike path and around cars and driveways and all the things. We love safety. She made it all the way home and even carried her own bike up the stairs and into our apartment to put away. We made all the plans about where we want to ride tomorrow during dinner. Because can’t stop, won’t stop. The bike love is strong around here.

Author: Casey

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