Yesterday I took Jack out for a ride at Fox Mill Park. What a great feeling to be able to take your son out on a mountain bike ride. Jack is still a little apprehensive when he rides, but he clearly enjoyed the time out in the woods alone with Daddy. He also got progressively better as time went along. There's no doubt that the bike held him back. Even small inclines proved to be momentum busters. I can't wait for the day that he can go full on with me. I won't rush him though...or at least I'll try not to rush him. Now if you'll allow the proud papa to indulge:
Took this while riding. I kept telling Jack to look ahead and not down. Trust that the bike will follow his eyes. At just that moment I looked down at the camera...Jack came to a stop...and I ran into him at slow speed and toppled over unable to get my feet out of the pedals.
About to mount the Giant Frantic singlespeed.
Guzzling it down. He didn't believe me when I told him he'd work up a sweat. It was about 40 degrees.
Like father, like son.
Next we hung out by the "watering hole" in the center of the park. Jack's favorite place to hike and now bike!
Hey, is this thing working? Shortly after this stunning self-portrait Jack's right foot slipped into the frigid water. Time to cut this short and head back to the car.
Still with a smile on his face. Even with a soaking wet foot!
So today at dinner we were talking about getting ready for school tomorrow when Jack said, "I know what my teacher is going to ask us to do tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, what's that Jack?" asked Mommy.
"She's going to ask us to write about our Thanksgiving vacation. I'm going to write about how I went mountain biking with Daddy," exclaimed Jack.
Just imagine the smile on my face.
