This past long weekend I did something I normally don't do. I took all three of my kids along with my spouse on a bike ride, leaving from my house.
We live on a large ass hill, I refuse to call it a mountain.
So there we were my almost 7 year-old my, my 3 year-old and my almost 2 year-old(in a stroller)
What ensued was not pretty.
My husband and I really want my son to love biking but there we were with no sidewalk running behind him yelling at him to go slow because we needed to stay close as cars literally were speeding at around 35-40 right by us.
Finally we got to a street that was wide open but still cars kept whizzing by. It wasn't a busy street either.
Two young pre-teens came out and sat down, I could tell they were bored and were excited there was something going on. My younger kids had lost it and my husband was booking it home to get the car to pick us up.
As we sat and waited I thought about neighborhoods I had grown up in. Kids playing in front yards and walking sidewalks. Huge congregations of kids.
The street we waited on had no sidewalk and very little shoulder. The weather could not have been more beautiful yet no one was outside.
The two pre-teens finally left and we just sat and waited as cars blew by us.
Only two cars slowed down and waved. It was not a shining moment. My son commented on how fast the cars were going and I replied, yes and told him they'd feel awful if they hit someone.
