Rides of Passage

A post of my own: Godspeed, Rhode Gear, from June, 2006, when I got incredibly sentimental about the pending retirement of the mounted bike seat that had secured the rear ends of all three of my kids in its years of service. The seat is now retired, but I can close my eyes for a split second and feel the bump of tiny kid shoes into my hips, my whole back warm and tingling with awareness of the little body riding back there, smoothly rolling through the city with all that confidence and faith in (gulp!) me!

I just plain didn’t like the idea of my little guy riding way back there behind me, enclosed in his screened bubble, strapped in with a five-point harness and helmet, down at ground level. How much fun is that? No, I wanted him right up there with me where all the action was.

I wanted us to be able to talk as we rode.