Grot boy had waited patiently for my broken finger to heal after my bicycle accident but he was getting very tired of going out for a ride on his own. While Bobby’s company was very pleasant and amiable, he wasn’t a very good motivator or coach, unlike Billy.
Each week after his ride, grot boy would say, “All the hills are just a little bit steeper and a little bit longer when I’m riding on my own. It’s so much easier when Hephie and Ccino and Dwight are out in front waving and encouraging me to keep up.”
Finally, the cast was off my hand and the doctors declared I was fit to ride. But I wasn’t quite so sure and kept finding a reason to postpone. The first week I explained, “Dwight wants to wash her fur today so I think I should stay home and help.” The next week I deferred again, “Ccino has been very naughty this week and he’s grounded so I better stay home and make sure he doesn’t get up to any more mischief.” Last week I was sure that Hephie was snuffling more than usual and should stay home in bed while I looked after him.
Hephie was very pleased to resume our cycling trips and had missed his weekly outing. It allowed him to spend the whole day waving and saying hello to everyone we passed by; and as we waited at traffic lights or crossings he would have a chat and make new friends.
“I’ll help you ride – I can’t quite reach the pedals but I can help change gears and use the brake if your hand gets sore,” he encouraged me.
Dwight wasn’t as sure that riding with me again was such a good idea. “What if you fall off again? I don’t want to get scratched and bruised or break a bone,” she told us. It was only when grot boy promised to buy her a new bright pink helmet and extra safety gear that she agreed to come riding again with me.
Ccino’s only concern about our return to bike riding was that I would now be more sedate and cautious. “It won’t be any fun if you don’t go whizzing down the hills very, very fast. I don’t want to be stuck on the back of a granny bike,” he declared.
And I didn’t want to be a “granny” bike rider, so off we went, pedalling fast and panting hard to keep in front of grot boy.
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