The boys and I rode in a neighborhood parade for the 4th of July. I kick myself because we should have gone to a different parade that was more organized, we would have been announced as we passed by, and there was a vendor area afterwards that we could have gotten some exchange student attention. It was hard to decide in the morning and ultimately, I chose the parade that was a mile away from my house as opposed to the one that was 8 miles away. At the time, I just couldn't get our rig out the door in time for that long of a ride. Instead, our silly billboard of a bike got some funny looks. We ran into a few friends which was nice and we basically scooted the Mundo along the parade route since it moved so slowly. I refuse to take the sign off my bike even though I feel as ridiculous as anything and I keep imagining getting a phone call regarding my biking--sort of a "how's my driving?" bumper sticker. If I even get one host family from it, it'll be worth it. I think after my program, I'll need a new sign, without my phone number on it--suggestions?
Crazy month has turned into bat-poopy insanity...in a good way, of course. Juggling my kiddos and my job gets really difficult these days. My wee ones get pawned off on any relatives within baby-throwing reach (luckily, I can't throw a baby very far and between the hubby and my folks, my kids are pretty safe). Since I am using most of my free time to either work or pretend to work by staring at the computer, willing host families to come my way magically, it doesn't leave a lot of time for biking. I am thankful to have worked biking into a regular part of my routine already because if biking hadn't already been ingrained into my life, that would be the first thing out the window. I've already had to drive three times this week but that is compared to the 11 times I've headed out by bike instead. The heat also makes it difficult to get on the saddle, but as Big Brother said once we started moving "Hey, it's not hot anymore!" It's only hot when you stop. I wish I had more free time to go the "long" way home or to take the extra hour to make my longer trips but that's not an option for me right now. In my head, I think of all the wonderful ways an electric assist would make my life more enjoyable. I don't want to get trapped into thinking that my car is a necessary evil because then I would get wrapped into believing that I can't get rid of it. We still plan to and we still will. Each trip I've taken could have been done using a shared car program or an electric assist bike, I could have planned the timing better to account for babysitting needs. In a month and a half, I will have more time than I know what to do with (I'd like to believe) and for those times, I dream of camping trips with my boys and epic tours up to Portland. I start thinking about how I will fit in a bike trip around Sardinia and the next bike I will get once our car is gone. Those things keep me moving, even when I can't be pedaling.
This is us. We're fun.