There is nothing quite like witnessing your children agog with a sense of accomplishment. My friend LC, an avid cyclist, helped us dust off our bikes and get them inworking order Saturday morning for a jaunt to Lucky Peak. Fixing bikes--or for that matter, anything--is not in my skill set, and is therefore a helpful excuse for not using my bike or taking my kids biking for several years. It's embarrassing, especially since they are 7 and 9 years old. We took off with a picnic after the necessary stops for helmets, food, supplies--you know how it goes--but the adventure was well worth the wait. Yeah, getting to see the water gushing from the reservoir was cool, the hotdogs were delicious and the day was beautiful, but watching the transition from utter dismay to glee when my daughter mastered the bicycle ... priceless. My son can already kind of ride, but he had a tendency on this trip to just collapse when he approached curves--they gave him the sense the earth was falling, he said. Even I lost my chain and almost crashed. Overall, an exciting first bicycle outing of many more to come. The children have been on their bikes nonstop since our outing. Amazing that within three days since their Dad dropped off the bikes, the "what bikes?" have become sine qua non. Hell ... I'm going to ride my bike to work this week. Who knows what's next?