Biker Chick

Believe me I would love to write about a real biker chick but instead this is about my Angel and how she's my biker chick.  I was away on a job on my daughter's fourth birthday.  I occasionally go on jobs that are out of town, so I sometimes miss important days.  At this age I can always celebrate on another day, so that's what I did.  Before I left I asked her what she wanted for her birthday.  She had seen a neighbor kid riding a bike just a few days earlier, so she immediately said I want to ride a bike.  Well I thought she has a bike at her Grandma's house.  Grandma Medusa the ex-inlaw.  That bike was small and had training wheels.  I said but honey you have a bike what about something else.  She said no a bike I can ride.  OK I thought she needs to learn how to ride!  This is going to be tough to teach her!  She is only about to be 4 maybe she won't even want to learn after falling a few times.  Needless to say I bought her a bike.  I brought the bike home and found out that it was too big for her!  I only found this out by giving it to her then realizing hey she cant even get on the bike!  I couldn't believe that I was so dumb!!!  Once she saw it I didn't have the heart to take it away from her.  Plus she dropped the gigantic bike and broke off the Barbie horn!  I couldn't take it back even if I wanted to.  The monsterous bike did not come with training wheels so I had to get aftermarket rims I mean training wheels.  I am not an engineer so the training wheels where falling off before I put her on the bike.  I felt bad for my Angel.  She didn't know what kind of risk she was getting herself into.  The good thing about her is that she has very little fear.  At least I bought knee and elbow pads with a helmet.  She needed all the help she could get.  I put her on the bike and prayed for her soul.  I told her that even though the training wheels were on she might fall over and sure enough she did.  My engineering work on the training wheels was down right dangerous.  I said to myself she needs to learn fast so that we can take those things off as soon as possible.  We hit the mean streets for 3 days straight.  We practiced for a couple of hours each day.  On our 3rd day the training wheels literally flew off, so I said Angel Im not putting them back on if you what to ride today is your day.  By then she really was getting the hang of it anyways.  I put her on the bike and held onto the back of the seat.  I let go but told her I still had her.  She kept peddling as if I was holding on, but I wasn't.  I stopped following and let her go!  She peddled without any help until she noticed I wasn't holding on anymore then of course she fell.  I said honey you did it without Daddy.  She said I know Daddy but tell me next time when you let go.  She had the confidence but just needed to know when she was on her own.  She wanted to jump back on even though she was fairly bruised up from the days of practice.  Her toughness surprised me!  Now every time we come home she's down to ride just like a true biker chick!