The Bike Won! But not for Long!

Preston's Wounds

For the past couple of weeks Preston has been bugging me to take the training wheels off of his bike. Yesterday he took matters into his own hands. He grabbed his sisters old bike, (with out the trainers), and began to ride! He is a natural. His first attempt he was off, without any help!

He was riding her bike when Dad came home. He was so excited to show me he could ride on 'two wheels'. He had me stand at the garage to watch. He took off as fast as he could go. Half way down the drive the front tire began to wobble wildly from side to side. The tire caught in the gravel and Preston went over the handle bar, planting his face in the gravel. He ended up with a knot on his noggin, a bloody nose, and a bloody fat lip.

I took him in the house and patched him up, gave him a couple of hugs, took a picture, and then he drug me out the door to get those dang training wheels off of his bike! He hasn't stopped riding since.

Photo Taken: July 2, 2007