Our grandkids from San Francisco have been visiting with us the past week, during which time Jonas, who is seven, was riding the motorcycles we keep for such occasions. The rule is that you have to be off of training wheels on your bicycle before you can start riding a motorcycle. so Adina, who is five, did not qualify, but she is close. I'm reminded of all the kids, including my own, who I have taught to ride. Here are some of the pictures that have been taken recently of the next generations:
The process starts when we take the bike to a local community park where there is a large obstacle-free grassy area. (Don't try this in a big city.) After instructions about what the controls do and some confidence-building pep talk;
He's off, and the little duckling can fly.......... with proud dad and anxious grandpa watching and hoping he can eventually make a turn and come back.
The next step is to ride on our own property; on the lawn around the house at first and then on trails I have made around the place.
The pictures above were taken last year. This past week Jonas graduated to the next level, riding the Honda 70. I think he is hooked.
Here are some pics of the Tacoma grankids who have gone through the same process:
Brendan on left and Colin on right
Colin and his dad riding around the property
Colin "getting some air" over a jump Brendan made for him.
Brendan geared up and ready to go
What the heck??? I don't remember any confidence boosting peptalks or soft grassy area. I think maybe you've gone soft with the grandkids!
ReplyDeleteDoes the #22 have some family significance? Or was that just the last competing number that bike road under?