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A Lot of Bike Drama

After getting the children to school, Brent, Oliver and I began our day with an interview at the Herald-Dispatch. The story ought to run on Tuesday, but of course it could get bumped a day or two.

It should be pretty clear by now that I have no idea what I am doing with a bike and further more I am a bit of a nutter when it comes to “great ideas.” There was so much drama surrounding both mine and Brent’s bike today. I could fill a book with the course of events between 8am and 6:30pm today. I will spare you all the saga and tell the story with photos and captions.

Following the interview we had a play date with the Mother’s Club at the fire department. Oliver was more interested in their ride on bike. I can’t make this stuff up. He wanted nothing to do with the engines and dove out of my arms for the bike.
It must have been “coal patch” day in the neighborhood. All the holes were freshly filled. Not fun to bike over. Sticky, stinky and rocky.
This was my “great idea.” Elliot was having a lot of leg pain while riding, so I decided then and there to see if I could move the child seat forward, allowing me room to tow his bike and put him on mine. Apparently moving the seat is not a single person job and it’s complicated with small parts. I lost one of those small parts on the sidewalk somewhere and had grease up and down my arm.
The towing worked. As did hauling three boys on one bike, up hill. It was only the last major hill and last minor hill, but I was still pretty excited I could do it.
Having the child seat in the front position created another unforeseen problem. My heels kept hitting Avery’s toes.
Towing was a success. We are trying to make bungee cords fashionable and functional.
Brent had to walk the last 1/3 of his trip home from work because of this. He had new road tires put on his mountain bike today and we are unsure of the exact cause, but the front tire blew apart. No bodily harm done.
The shattered tube.
Scuffed up rim.
Fortunately for us, he arrived home at 5:30 and put in a quick call to Tom at Huntington Cycle & Sport. Tom made a house call to smooth out the rim, replace the tube and remount the tire. I will be baking copious amounts of cookies and making a gratitude delivery soon.
Miles Walked: 1 Biked: 60.2 Bused: 0 Drove: 12 This week
54.7 433.2 12.6 559.2 Since August 14, 2011


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Today’s route above. I did get to see a new neighborhood by bike today because of my trip to the fire department. I also discovered a lot resources I had not known or forgotten.

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Mother’s Club of Huntington, WV-Harveytown Park Play Date

A Mother’s Club playgroup at Harveytown Park

For five years now I have been a part of a diverse and encouraging group of women with children here in Huntington. When we moved here, I sought out people who would be able to connect me to the resources and information I needed. These ladies were able to do more than what I was looking for. Over the years they have been the foundation of support for each new babies I have birthed, for when one of our children fell extremely ill (Guillain-Barre syndrome, GBS), for the times when I wasn’t sure what dentist to choose or what the advantages to preschool would be for us. The Mother’s Club of Huntington has given us opportunities to explore our neighborhoods, create friendships for our children and for us as parents. The group has been a network to the community at large and provided respite on weary days. These girls have kept my calendar full, given me much to laugh about and ceaselessly cared for my family.

Sending three children out the door yesterday provided Oliver and I with plenty of chore time. With all that out of the way, today we bike to Harveytown Park to meet up with the Mother’s Club. Again, we took the PATH as far as it would go and were very pleased to find a flat and partially side walked Harvey Road directly to the park at the end of the PATH. My memory recalled a couple of steep hills, very fast curves and treachery all around. I am thankful my memory is faulty at times like this.


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I haven’t been very active in the club for quite a long time. When our son was going through GBS in January 2010, Oliver was only four weeks old. After he got better (he did achieve a full recovery) I was not in the right state of mind, body and soul to be as outreaching. It might sound a bit quirky, but all this transportation as exercises or vice-verse has appeared to pull me back together again. The blogging has given me accountability and additional purpose to my days. The plight of reducing our vehicular dependency may have started with a financial need, yet it seems to have worked a magic in many other areas of my life as well. I won’t count chickens quite yet, but I was really looking forward to seeing everyone today and meeting all the new moms.

A view from our ride today:

Brent walked to work and left me his bike to make it easier for me today.

For sale on North Blvd. Very tempting…if it could seat six, or at least three.

End of PATH on North Blvd. Safety Town in the distance.

Turning onto Harvey Road. Sidewalks! Park straight ahead. I even saw the #4 bus about three times during my ride.
New parking lot with a wide walkway to the playground, we rolled right in.

Shady bike slumping for a sleeping Oliver.

Lunch break.

Leaving the park I opted for the sidewalk to document the safety for my husband.

It was fine till this moment, then I skipped onto the streets again.

Just to show that there was a sidewalk most of the way.

The sidewalk disappeared but there was a thin worn gravel path on the left here that looked to be they way most bikers and walkers wandered. If I didn’t have the trailer behind me I could have used this strip.

It’s very hard to see here, but the gravel continued to the end of the road.

It’s always a comfort to see other people enjoying the PATH.

Little League 3 fields, also right on the PATH.

Gaggle of children enjoying the ducks at Ritter Park.

We appreciate crosswalks that stop all directions of traffic and give us a visual and auditory signal like the one at Hal Greer and Washington Blvd.

Also very thankful for our garage door opener after biking uphill to get home and being all hot and sweaty. I keep it in the trailer or my pocket.

Miles Walked: 3,6 Biked: 22.3 Bused: 0 Drove: 0 This week
27.4 78.3 10.5 3.6 Since August 14, 2011

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