I love doing errands by bicycle, especially when every 50 plus degree day feels like a gift during November. My youngest boy and I set off for the Post Office via sidewalks to mail a bikey thing to a friend. It may be a while before little guy's riding skills are safe enough to be on the roads. I keep a verbal and hand signal conversation with him as he follows.
"Stopping at the intersection."
"It's slippery. Better walk."
"Pedestrian up ahead."
"There's a hole."
There were melting snow humps on the walks leftover from the plow. It was fun to crash through them.
At the Post Office we lock our bikes to the fence. It"s not just any fence either, but one constructed of wrought iron. It probably was not intended to be a bike rack, but functions well as one, considering there is not any official bike parking.
This son is turning into quite a character. He makes me laugh!
Have a nice "smiley" day!