Biker babes

We finally, finally got the twins out in the Burley for a bike ride. I so desperately wanted to be able to take them out last summer so we could start doing family rides (and I could start exercising again), but Colin wasn’t big enough or strong enough to sit upright and wear a helmet. So the Burley sat in the garage and gathered more dust.

Several weeks ago, we moved the piles that had accumulated on top of the Burley, dusted off the cobwebs and set it up again. (I had collapsed it a couple of years ago [finally] to make more room in the garage.) But then we ran out of time and it got shoved into the back of the garage again.

Last weekend, we put the twins into the Burley, just sitting in the garage, to see what they thought. Veronica started crying immediately — shades of Ethan in his younger days. We again ran out of time, so we didn’t push the experience any further. Until last night.

At dinner, Veronica kept asking to go for a bike ride. “Helmet. Bike. Mommy bike. Helmet.” So we decided to seize the moment (despite the poor pre-bedtime timing for a new experience) and give it a whirl. John moved the van onto the street so that we would have room to set up, and I corralled the squirmies, er I mean the twins. 

The minute we walked into the garage and Veronica saw the Burley set up, she started to cry and ran back to the steps to get into the house. So we told her that she could ride her bike, and I would take Colin for a ride. It took a few minutes to convince her we weren’t lying to her, but she finally settled down.

Colin loved his first ride (around the block), but somehow managed to pull his helmet off so that his head ended up tangled in the straps that are meant to be on the side. After we untangled him (it took John, the neighbor’s nanny and I to get him extracted), he was ready for more … and so was Roni. 

And she loved it too. I heard lots of happy squeals from the trailer as we did our next two laps. Yeah!