The Wheels on the Bike go round and round… Aaaahh!!

I was walking back from the park today when 3 bikers passed by me. The first two were a boy and an older guy (not sure if this was dad, uncle, big brother). About 2 or 3 seconds later a girl came following behind. All were driving somewhat erratically, expecially compared to the usual bikers that are decked out in spandex.

What was interesting was the girl, or my mental reaction to the girl. She was probably 8 or 9 years old. Her hair was long, brown, wavy, flying out from under her helmet. And she was screaming. Not a high-pitched scream, but a fairly loud, “Aaaaaaaaaaahh!” that was just coming out of her as one constant monotonous sound.

My gut reaction was to scrunch up my face, squint my eyes, and think, “Damn kids.” But a split second later I realized I was envious. I think biking erratically down the trail, screaming at the top of my lungs would feel great, maybe even awesomely splendiferous.

The only things keeping me from doing this are: 1) I have no bike, and 2) I have no crash helmet. I think the crash helmet with the hair flying wildly out of it is key to getting everything I can out of the experience. My birthday’s coming up, maybe the birthday fairy (known in the real world as the UPS man) will deliver those 2 things to me.