Monday, September 19, 2011


Evan went to a sleepover a few weeks ago and there was a little motorbike he got to try out. I even tried it out. As I was twisting the handle to make the bike go, I figured out I was twisting it the wrong way. So, the second I twisted it the right way it sped off and jerked me backwards. To try to slow it down I was trying to twist the handle the other way and then remembered that the dad told me the other handle was the brake. I looked up to see just in time I was zooming towards a tree, but between the tree and the trampoline there was an opening that I made it through. Phew! I drove around the house with Evan jogging along side me trying to encourage me and giving me driving tips. As I came back around to the starting point a couple of people were telling me they thought I was a goner the way I was heading towards that tree. It was fun, but I don't think I'm cut out to operate any kind of motorcycle. But Evan did a great job and loved it!


  1. I'm glad I wasn't there to see that. I've told my boys that they can drive a motorcycle over my cold, dead body--when I am dead and gone so I don't have to worry and freak out over their being on a motorcycle.