I want to ride my bike. Ha ha, it makes me think of the Queen song.
When the summer started, I told Tyler that the only thing I really wanted was a bike. Well, 21 days after summer ended, I got it. Truthfully, I had given up and I was going to make another request next summer, so I was thrilled when we went to the store and Tyler said, "Let's go over and get you a bike." He may be hesitant because I have a history of injuring myself on such devices. Oh to be graceful. Instead, I suffer from short legs and I fall much more often than I would like. My knees are riddled with scars from my childhood biking days. Probably against his better judgment Tyler took me out and immediately started teaching me to jump the curb. It wasn't pretty but there was no blood...yet. But this leads towards fulfilling a lifelong dream of mine. I have always imagined my whole family out for a day on our bikes. On Sunday Tyler held Ivory while Robyn and June rode along beside us. It was a piece of heaven for me.
So if you see a purple blur going by your house, it is probably not me. I still ride rather cautiously.