Posted by: Karen | May 11, 2006

Bike Ride

Last night I walked with Soccer Boy to show him the way to a game he had to referee a kilometer away. We walked very briskly, because he was a little late, and then I briskly walked home, to continue the exercise. As I was leaving him at the game, I saw a couple of Police Officers on bicycles cruising out of the community center parking lot and we exchanged friendly hellos.

Once I got home I dug out Olga, my circa 1990s mountain bike for a little jaunt around the neighbourhood. Olga doesn’t even have click gears, she’s so old. I bought her for $30 about 5? years ago from an ad in the Bargain Finder. She’s not light or fast or anything like that, but she never complains and gives me some non-running exercise when I make the time. 

I rode around for a little bit and then stopped to watch the boy finish refereeing the U10 game. Together we walked to his buddy’s place to pick up his bike. I thought he had left his helmet with his bike, so hadn’t brought it with me. It’s illegal in Calgary for minors to ride without a helmet, so I made him wear my uncool one.

On the way home we waved a cheery hello to the two cycling Police Officers again, and I only realized after we’d passed them by that I must have looked like a terrible parent, not wearing my helmet while out riding with my kid. That would explain the quizzical look they gave me while waving hello. It’s ironic that if I hadn’t been a good parent by wearing my helmet in the first place, my kid would have broken the law riding home without one (or had to walk his bike home). Too funny!

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  1. heh…i love the bike name.

  2. Perhaps they were wondering where your friend in Pink was, who’s always taking their butt shots…lol.


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