|Six girls out in front. Another two are with me bringing up the tail.|
In years since, I've had opportunities to make progress in understanding. As it happens, in addition to the female members of my own household, my sister-in-law and her two daughters visit annually, an event of which we are currently in the midst. Added to that, today we also had a school pal over for a visit. As might be imagined, these factors led to a planetary alignment mandating raucous, girly activities.
The afternoon was filled with squealing at various decibel levels, trending toward the upper end of the spectrum. I must admit, I took refuge in the bike barn. The cacophony subsided somewhat as a couple of pizzas met their end. Then, the horde issued a call for a bike ride to the dirt hills. At last! They were speaking my language. It just so happens that I have sufficient bikes to equip them all, so with a little tweaking and adjustment, we were off for a summer evening ride.
|My co-pilot kept me apprised of the status of the convoy.|
|Already accomplished at mugging for the camera.|
|The Dummy with my home-built removable second seat back installed. Details to follow when I am able.|
|For the astute reader, Scout is the eighth girl on the ride.|
|Meredith was a first-time dirt bike rider. From the sound of her yelling, dirt riding was a hit.|
The lone boy of similar age who passed by looked at them in wonder and perhaps a touch of fear from aboard his bike; a pavement-bound BMX with training wheels serving as outriggers. The irony doesn't escape me that I take much satisfaction in knowing that my girls will likely befuddle boys of their generation.