When John and Finn came home with the bike, it was ANYTHING but cute and retro. It was ugly and dirty and the training wheels seem very rickety. And definitely NOT retro. More like the 80's if you ask me.
What really gets me, is the orange, yellow and black flames. And the rust dribbling down.
When I complained to John that Finn's bike was a jaloppy, he asked me "Do you always have to have everything all sparkly and new?"
I think he forgot that I did allow Calvin's USED drum set in the house, and quite happily at that. It was in pretty good shape. I certainly don't mind buying used, so long as I am buying something in decent condition.
And I do think buying one's first bike ought to be a big deal. I distinctly remember my first bike. We spray painted it red, and bought all sorts of red and white checkered BMX-looking accessories. I loved it. I wish I had a picture of it.
Regardless of my disdain for Finny's
new old bike, he really seems to like it. As a matter of fact, he thinks he's pretty big stuff right now. Never mind the training wheels...
This evening was so beautiful, we could not resist the call of the wild.
Away we went, stomping around.
There is nothing better than roaming about in the brush with a monster.