A hot, sunny Midwestern day. A well-groomed rail trail. Two intrepid riders. That’s how it started out. My daughter has been going on longer and longer rides with me on the Trail-a-bike, so today I figured we’d try a great rail trail that goes past a heron rookery.
We made it about a mile in before she freaked the fuck out. She was screaming at the top of her lungs behind me, so I stopped. Any time a bug or a fleck of mud landed on her, she couldn’t handle it. She felt like she was being attacked by bugs, and nothing was going to get her back on the damned bike. In fact, she was done walking, too.
So I put her up on my shoulders, grabbed the bike, and hiked the mile or so back to the parking lot, sweat pouring down.
Looks like we’re sticking to the roads for now.