Ghost & the Moneypit

Greetings Readers!  

 

What joy it was this morning people, watching the Moneypit on her brand new big girl bike. Gears and everything yo’. She was waiting for me in the garage this morning, giving it a pep-talk. “Don’t worry Ghost (her pet name for it) your going to do just fine” She said to her bike this morning. She was out by the street straddling her bike and chomping at the bit. “C-mon Dad!” We start off and she was just speeding along, twice as fast as normal, “Your doing great for your 1^st commute Ghost” She praised her bike as she rolled along, like a proud parent of her child’s achievement. We then came to her nemesis; a pretty steep incline that gave her poor little legs fits on her previous little one gear.

“I’m gonna shift down to 1 now Dad!” she exclaimed with a matter of fact announcement of intent. “My legs don’t even hurt!” she squealed with glee. “I love this bike Dad!” the moneypit declared with the joy of a kid and there 1^st real bike. We rocked all the way to her daycare in record time. When we arrived she patted it on the saddle and praised it somemore.. “Good job Ghost!” and “I love it Dad!”

 

I’m tellin’ ya, I could not have been happier had I been on a new bike myself, watching my daughter in the 1^st stages of what I hope to be a cherished relationship with two wheels. The smile on her face and the twinkle in her eye were worth a thousand times what I spent on her little steed.

Now the adventures begin, as she can brave longer distances as the world opens up for her. I was amazed at how well she took to gears; she was working that cassette like it was oil on canvas. This morning on the way to daycare with my daughter, was the best commute to work I’ve ever had.

I’ve been told by my little moneypit that I am required to take a pic of her bike with my cell phone, and leave it as my wallpaper. She wants me to see her bike every time I answer my phone, I don’t get it, but I’m happy to oblige. As long as she is in the pic too.

 

Sometimes it not your ride that makes your day, but someone else’s. J

 

Cheers!