Rent the Bike

Last week for Thanksgiving, we went to the beach. While there, Little Bit presented some wild notion to ride a bike around the island. I went into the shop to check.

After gathering the information, I was extremely hesitant. I mean, first of all, to rent a bicycle, they wanted a deposit, the rent, and a copy of my ID.

My ID? For a bicycle? Umm… no. No way. I was not going to do it. A flood of “what happens to the paper copy of my picture identification with my address on it six months from now?” Is it wadded up in some trash can? Yeah right, I’m not doing it!

So, out I went to the truck. I asked Little Bit if we could wait until the next trip down. Ha ha ha, yeah right. Umm… no on the waiting.

I told my husband of the ID absurdity and the possible future fate of my ID. His response? “Maybe they’ll give you the copy of your ID when you bring it back.”

Hmmm. Still not quite convinced, I went back in the store and asked how much the beautiful red bicycle my darling boy had picked out was to buy outright.

Too much.

Then, I told the clerk my ID dilemma and her suggestion? To get the copy of my ID back when I returned the bike! Wow! Husbands are SO smart!

So, Little Bit and I set off with the red beauty in tow and two street crossings later, we started down the sidewalk. He’d walk it awhile, then ride a bit.

“Your turn, Mom!”

Wait, what? Who me?? I haven’t been on a bike in, well, ok, let’s not even go there!

Luckily, that resistance only lasted about thirty seconds and I hopped right on that two wheel cruiser! Believe it or not, I actually stayed upright!!!

We took turns riding an entire mile, until we reached the end of the sidewalk at the end of the island, and can I just say, that it was the BEST Black Friday I have ever had?

We had so much fun! I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that. In fact, when it was my turn, I was like, “Take a picture of me! Get me on video.” It was pure joy.

What wonderful memories we made, spending that time together playing and laughing. And to think, I almost let some fear of a possible distant outcome stop me from doing it.

Lesson learned?

Adventures await. Opportunities arise. Instead of standing in my own way next time, I think I’ll just “rent the bike.”