Action 100 Cycle Ride

Having worked on the PR side alongside the volunteers who annually make the Action 100 charity cycle ride happen, Claire Thompson (otherwise known as Mrs Page) has committed to getting fit enough to ride in 2006 - its Silver Jubilee year. That's 100 miles from Bath to Chobham and it's going to hurt - lots! "This is my leap of faith and a public declaration that I'm doing the ride - without it, it would be way too easy to chicken out."

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Wildbeest, Ridgebacks and other such beasties

Decisions have been made.

Firstly, I move to new offices in two weeks time, which means that instead of a trip inside the house to lock myself away in the office, I'll be going several miles to work: by bike, of course.

And secondly, I plan to purchase a trailer of some sort, so that I can take the little one out cycling. Our five year old can cycle the legs off anyone, so our only problem taking him out is getting him back again as he disappears in a cloud of dust into the blue yonder.

The three year old, by contrast, has just had the stabilisers off his bike and needs a helping hand. Which is fine on a gentle stroll around the lake, if a little hard on the back, but not for the kind of miles I need to start getting under my belt.

So I've been taking a look around. These things all have really rugged names like Wildebeest and Ridgeback, Traveller or Kiddyvan, but none look very comfy or even very safe. Motorists are impatient with bikes at the best of times and I'm not sure I want my pride and joy at tyre level.

So the next option is a "Tag-A-Long" or Trailer Bike. These are generally only offered to kiddies 4 to 9 years. (The trailer bike looks like the back end of a normal kiddie bike, but no front wheel or steering.)

The age bit doesn't worry me - our giant three year old stands a head and shoulders above many of his older brother's classmates.

So he could get fit, assuming he pedals, and get some practise in riding. My concern is that I can't strap him in.

So if we've cycled off 10, 20, 30 miles somewhere (she says, somewhat optimistically, having managed six alone so far) and he decides he's had enough and throws a three year old paddy, I'm stuffed: out in the big wide yonder with a tantruming child and no way of getting home.

If he was the size of some of his nursery friends, this wouldn't be a problem - tuck him under the arm and rifde with him.

But I'd need muscles in my spit to manage my outsized mini-monster.

There has to be a compromise somewhere.... I can see this being a quest for the next week or so!

So if if you catch me wandering around muttering about wildebeest and travelvans, no I'm not planning an exotic holiday, merely plotting some infant control.

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