Hell On Wheels...

Aside from looking like an outdoor sweat shop that took advantage of child labor this holiday weekend, (that's right, mulch hauling/flower planting/mowing/edging/weeding/ETC) we also took an epic family bike ride.  OK, we really did more stuff than that (so don't cry for our kids, Argentina) including Splash Parks and BBQs and Kite Flying... but this one stands out.  

Why?  Because it was epic in the fact that neither RyGar nor myself posed as a three ring circus like we did last summer... (one kid in bike seat and two kids in bike trailer and shaky rubber thighs upon arrival back home)... Oh no, we looked like a family of bad-to-the-bone little bikers...

COULD YOU DIE?

I know, I know.  Those images right there will send your uterus into a tailspin. 

MAY-freakin'-DAY!

The only little dude to be lugged around without powering his own way was Acers.  And lets face it - he was NOT happy about it.  This is what it looks like to realize you are the only member of the family without a bike.  Holy drama Batman.

Anyway, like all good things around here, the prep work to actually get out riding was mind blowing.  Tightening bolts and pumping tires and helmeting every little head took close to a bazillion years, but this little "fixer-upper process" is actually one of the favorite parts of any good activity for these little boys who just came out of the womb wearing tool belts and a feeling a dire need to be "handy helpers."

Would you believe that there was only one little crash along the way?  Kind of incredible all things considered... and don't you fret, it was minor and Big K hopped right back on at the mention of icecream.  No harm, no foul.

And there we be.  Hell on wheels.  Riding off into the sunset.  

We have arrived at neighborhood bike riding dignity y'all.

High fives and fist bumps all around!