How is the experiment going with having the kids ride their own bicycles to camp in the morning?
- Imaginary Reader
I have six words for you:
Three crashes in three days.*
Crash #1 was on Monday. We are rolling along Sand Hill Road. We are in a bike lane but there is plenty of heavy-breathing commuter car traffic to our left and I am Not at my Calmest. As is her wont, Sparkle Pony is allowing more and more distance to develop between her and Red Leader (aka Contraption Captain) with the result that Contraption Captain goes through a
Rapunzel (7 years) takes it surprisingly well but her front fender is de-railed. We limp in to Contraption Captain's place of work for a repair and continue on to camp after a discussion about stopping gradually and not killing your sister.
Tuesday brings us to Crash #2. Different intersection but same result. Light turns yellow and Sparkle Pony stops on a dime. Rapunzel does not. Rapunzel collides with Sparkle Pony and gets a long scrape on her back. Now I'm mad and I complain aggressively to Sparkle Pony who cries. It is not a good ride. I mean, no one dies but I start to wonder about cars and whether I should spend more time in them.
Wednesday and (yes, really) we arrive at Crash #3. Rapunzel has had enough and is being towed in a wagon where she can sing and play with her toys and feel generally safe from attack by her older sister. We are heading down a hill and Sparkle Pony (who very much enjoys signaling) is signaling a left hand turn and hitting the brakes when she flies off her bicycle. I can't believe it. To her credit Sparkle Pony gets right to her feet and pulls up her bicycle and resists attempts to apply sympathy and comfort. She says she is fine and indeed she appears fine. We get to camp without any additional incident.
This is the last week of camp. Up until this point we were doing quite well. Rapunzel loves to bike. Sparkle Pony loves to bike (and apparently has had the opportunity to work out a few aggressions on her younger sister) and I...kindof prefer biking with just Contraption Captain at this point. We're still doing fine if you ignore the big bald patches on my head =(
*That's right, my nerves are so shot I can't even count anymore. Which is a problem since I'm an engineer (not the train kind either) and numbers Matter.