Little Big Bike

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I was home this weekend relaxing with my family and I had proposed a idea to my four year old niece Elexis. Let’s go ride our bikes? We got her a bike for christmas and she has only rode once and that ride wasn’t the most comforting experience for E-girl. She crashed.

After that tumble off the road she put the bike to the side. The bike has training wheels and it was a step up from her previous locomotive. The red tricycle she rode all over the house was becoming too small for her. So when I asked E-girl if she wanted to go riding I could tell she had second thoughts about getting out the bike.

When Elexis was younger and we would be home during the day, one of our daily activities would be to go ride the bike. It was a uncle ritual, Elexis would sit on the frame between me and the handlebars. Holding on as I peddled around the neighborhood she would be laughing and staring into the scenery surrounding us. That was my exercise taking her around on this rusty beach cruiser that I had bought at a second hand store many moons ago. E-girl would would call it the Big Bike.

We push the bikes to the road and Elexis has her helmet safely secured. I have these flashbacks of these stages with me and her on this road. Sometimes we’re walking, other times she’s on the tricycle, but my most memorable visions are when she’s on the bike with me behind the wheel. She was so little and I knew that these bike rides were going to be the highlight of the day.

I give her a push and she begins to peddle away into the world unknown. We ride side by side and enjoy where the road take us. New bikes on old routes is time travel. The best day.

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Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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