The google image for Mother's Day 2014 is a mother riding her bicycle with her kids.
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers.
My mother was very much a reason I am now riding. My Dad bought most of the bicycles, but my Mom rescued me from rides that didn't go well, took my bike to the bike store for repairs, and bought me a nice 3 speed as a teen. I am eternally indebted.
My mom never rode a bike but she told me I was great when I started riding one as an adult. She also never got worried or scared when I went on epic bike adventures as a young child.
"Think Outside the Cage"
My mother was always the one who helped me learn how to ride a bike as a kid. Thanks, mom!
The value of your life doesn't change based on the way you travel. - Dawn Schellenberg (SDOT)
I saw that image when it appeared yesterday. I think it is excellent.
Both my parents cycled, first on singles and later on tandems. Our house was full of cycling stuff, we all cycled quite regularly, and bicycles accompanied us on our holidays. We cycled together as a family, or on some occasions, my father who was the stronger rider would go out early to cycle longer and my mother, brother, and I would set off later.
I particularly remember our trips into the Canadian Rockies. We'd stay at Banff and on at least one day there, we'd do a ride out to Johnson's Canyon. My father would go earlier and ride further and then would turn around and ride back to meet us. My mother, brother and I would take off an hour or so later and cruise along together until we met up with my father, and then we'd cycle the rest of the way to Johnson's Canyon and back together.
I also remember weekends in Regina when the whole family would put the panniers on the bicycles, and cycle to the library downtown to exchange the stacks of books we loved to read.
My parents encouraged me to cycle to and from school and other places growing up, and have been supportive of my cycling adventures all along.
And ... my mother, in her 70s now, still cycles.
My mom was an Iowa farm girl and has NEVER ridden a bike. My dad did ride to work when we lived in many of the small towns. I got my first "real" bike around 1968 and off I went with two rules from mom. 1) be home before dark and 2) be careful. I think about all the places I rode and the things I got into....
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ISO: A late 1980's Giant Iguana MTB frameset (or complete bike) 23" Red with yellow graphics.
"Cycling should be a way of life, not a hobby.
RIDE, YOU FOOL, RIDE!"_Nicodemus
"Steel: nearly a thousand years of metallurgical development
Aluminum: barely a hundred
Which one would you rather have under your butt at 30mph?"_krazygluon
Though I loved my stepmom, we always had an adversarial relationship. She was a farm wife and did not believe that her stepdaughters should be ambitious in any way. I was always arguing with her about one thing or another, and doing the opposite of what she wanted.
She was not too pleased when I learned to ride a bike at 12 and then took to the roads at 14 years old. Once I did, I would be gone for hours on end.
Thanks Mom for not approving of my bike riding.
It's probably why I ride so much today.