At 6, we’re probably a little late on this one. By Boulder standards, Bode should be riding a fixie backwards by now.
My dad gave Bode the bike for his birthday back in Guatemala. But, most of the time since then it has been disassembled and tied to the roof rack. It was always a pain to take down and put together. Besides, the high Andes and crumbling colonial towns were not necessarily the best place to learn how to ride a bike. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.
Today it came down, got assembled and tuned up. After a one lap warm-up, Bode removed the training wheels himself.
It took exactly one push and that was it. He doesn’t need us anymore – he’s got his own ride.
Now, we have to find more room in the bus.