Christmas Chronicles: Two is company
It’s our sixth day, and even with the accompanying aches cycling brings to my body, I am still sticking to it, riding furiously and making the most of it while I’m here (making up for lost time). I’m cycling in the evenings as well. Not as long as the morning sessions because of the heightened distractions – people and automobiles and animals – but just as effective nevertheless. In the mornings, I have just the animals (goats and ducks) to contend with. On my second day of evening cycling, I took T along to the protest of the other children. My silent message to them: Go learn how to ride a bicycle properly. With T, I had to back pedal on my speed and length of the trail. While at it, I observed her reflexes and her awareness (and vision). She got a very good score on both. We were like a tag team, this mother and daughter duo – weaving through strolling humans, especially children; deftly dodging on coming traffic, breezing under the cover of the trees on the trails and drawing stares from all we cycled past. I take it it is a novelty to see a mother and her daughter cycling together, isn’t it? We should do it again tomorrow evening, T. To dispel of this seemingly new sight, get more out of the bicycles before we depart and, of course, spend more time together, bonding.
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