If the Foosball table you children received for Christmas one year was Brett Farve in a box, then Aaron Rodgers arrived on my doorstep on May Day. The box was certainly long enough and skinny enough to have been Ryan Braun. However he was busy hitting multiple home runs in San Diego so we decided to go with the guy sitting around in the off season. Aaron Rodgers didn’t stay hunched in the box long. The Fed Ex man delivered it by three. David opened it an hour later and by five Dad was home and had his tools ready to go. A bicycle built for two doesn’t take much longer to put together than a single bicycle. It certainly doesn’t take as long as a Fooseball table or someone’s Christmas desk!
The directions were not as complete as they might have been, but I kept my mouth shut, always helpful and speeds along the process. I did offer two suggestions. both of which were timely and helpful. After which I to retreated to weed the front flower bed while he accomplished the task. By six thirty we were pedaling down Ingram Drive. By the time we came to the stop sign at the top of the lower parking lot drive, we were balanced and in sync. By the second stop sign Dad had command of the gears and onward we went. No falls, no screams, no close calls occurred. We did the route past the soccer park and through the industrial section, onto Grover Road and home. Took us about half an hour to do. I lost the rhythm of the petals a few times when Dad surprised me by changing pace rather abruptly and he could feel me trying to turn the stationary handle bars that are fastened beneath his seat. I’ll get used to that and may forget to steer when I am on my own bike!
The workout was a good one for Dad, less for me. I could feel unused muscles in my upper legs complaining, maybe muttering is a better word. Dad felt it quite a bit more. He made a comment this morning about it and might be on the stiff side. After we get in condition we hope to do some rides on weekends that utilize the Chippewa River State Trail and the one in town which goes through Carson Park etc.
Daisy reposes in the garage, ready to be taken out again. I’d say ‘come and try her out’, but I will modify that. Maybe I’ll charge a $5 fee after the first try. Just enough to help cover the coast of upkeep, flat tires, brake cables, broken chain, etc. Of course you will have to pay your own trail fees. The passes are non transferable from person to person.
Thank you to all who contributed to this Mother’s Day gift and to Amanda for thinking of it. It is something Dad and I have talked about for years and came close to looking into doing within the last ten. Thank you.