On the Fourth of July, in true patriotic fashion, I declared my independence from logic and went full send:
I towed my big kid up our steepest hill out of our neighborhood with the Specialized Haul.
Yes, with the two littles already on the back. And their bikes decorated for the parade.
Yes, after I publicly said I definitely wouldn’t do that.
And yes, the bike made some noises that said, “Please don’t.”
But we made it.
The big kid cheered.
The littles giggled.
And my legs filed for divorce.
Will I do it again?
Oh, absolutely.
Will the bike forgive me?
Still pending.
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