Teaching a bike class has its ups and downs. Most rides are just normal, get-out-of-the-school, types of rides. But sometimes there are hidden gems to add to my upcoming memoir.
Last year, it was the girl who thought riding one-handed while carrying a drink was a good idea...until she hit the front brakes hard and went over the handlebars in the parking lot.
This year's first highlight was the boy who also hit the front brake hard as we all were waiting for him at a stop sign. I asked him if he was okay, and he said: "Yeah, I meant to do that, it was like a joke." No friend, falling off a bike is no joke, and you may have felt that it helped your pride to pretend it was on purpose, but we all know it wasn't.
Then, during the camping trip and the ride in Red Canyon, three different boys crashed after begging me at the beginning of the ride to go fast.
And the real stellar one was the kid who kept not using his ears while on the camping trip. I shouldn't have said it, but I did as he rode across the highway after being told to walk the bike: “ya know, survival of the fittest is real and one day it may get you…and kharma will also catch up to you eventually!” Just two minute later, as we got to the bike trailer, he crashed. My only thought : kharma sometimes acts fast.
Goofy kids.