I remember when I was a kid and my Dad would ask, "Who wants to go for a car ride?"
That was a big deal for we kids. Going someplace with Dad in the car. Getting to sit up front. Having a window seat in the back. In the wagon, being able to lay down in the back and sit up suddenly and wave at the cars behind us. It seems like only yesterday that I said roughly the same thing to my own kids. "Who wants to get go get cookies?" And we'd pile into the car and head out.
There's a different question being asked in my neighbourhood. "Who wants to go for a bike ride?"
Dads with bicycles. Moms with bicycles. Kids with sidewalk bikes with training wheels, faux mountain bikes with "suspension." Bright red and green, and burnished metal. Whole caravans "going mountain biking."
I've been watching them. A parent on the road while the young riders take the sidewalks. A gang of "biker kids" rolling down the road, after the dad who was saddled with the knapsack full of water and snacks. going up to the corner store for a bag of chips, or farther along, up to the mall to rent a movie.
This is where the cyclists of the future are coming from. Supportive parents who invest not just cash on a decent bike for their kid, but invest time riding with their kid. A dozen years from now, the roads will be filled with people on bicycles, and we will hardly notice...