This is Pi Day #012.b
What’s having a frank, heart-to-heart discussion with your kid while on bikes? Child cycle-ology.
As a runner one of my pet peeves is cyclists.
Yup, you read that right cyclists. When we’re sharing the trails a few of you — just a few of you, mind — give cyclists a bad name. Most of you are great, but until someone is careening past you on two wheels having give no indication (bell, anyone?) that they are approaching but plenty of hand gestures as they pass, you don’t know which kind of cyclist you’re dealing with.
Usually good. But often enough bad that it’s a thing.
And then a couple times per week I become a cyclist… and a dad cyclist to boot, who is forever shouting out instructions to The Girl who is far less savy, far less experienced, and far less over-the-top courteous to all the walkers and runners and puppies and whoever is out on the trail. We’re not perfect, but bike with us and you’re sure to hear me barking “ring your bell” or “pass on the left” to my biking companion who is invariably racing ahead not-quite-following the rules of good bikesmanship.
It’s like tween pre-driver training. You should be thanking me.