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Big Bootie

Chris and I had been talking about getting bikes for awhile now. Thanks to my parents, Claire upgraded to a bigger bike, which means less pedaling to go farther distances. Mya rides her bike with training wheels like nobody's business, but she certainly can't keep up to an adult. I searched and searched and finally found a great trailer that someone was selling. It saved us about $50 and it was brand new! Two points for me!

We'd been eyeing the adult bikes at the BX for weeks, but never bit the bullet and made the purchase. Remember when you were a kid and could ride and ride and ride for hours? Remember when your little kid bootie fit perfectly on that seat? Remember when riding a bike didn't make your bum hurt like no other? Ummm, yeah. Those days are gone. We bought bikes. I picked out a black with blue one. Cute little seat and a coordinating helment. (Yes I miss the risk taking days of my childhood when helmets were only for "special" people.) Ugh. Anyway, Claire and I went for a ride and my big bootie has hurt ever since.

I've come to the conclusion that cute is not practical. I definitely need to upgrade to the big bootie seat even if it is for Grandmas. Aiy, aiy, aiy. I am getting old. I've been reminded of that so much lately. Craziness!

That being said, my big bootie needs a big seat so it can maybe get smaller. Interesting idea, huH?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Get the padded shorts! Ha
Anonymous said…
Love ya, j
Anonymous said…
Either way....the appearance of the big bootie will be great! I am with you...can't ride bike either. The seat is a killer!
L
Kara said…
Padded shorts? Then I have to worry about my chubby legs hanging out. Such a problem

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