Sweet baby jesus with a chainsaw, this has been slow and basically unreadable lately. Â Â We’re trying to work it out with our web hosting provider (since it’s not just this blog but all of the eleventy million sites that Peter and I collectively run for work/family/fun). Â I think we’ve been escalated a dozen times and I’m not sure when it’s going to be fixed. 🙁
In the meantime, have adorable photos of Kira’s first motorcycle. Â She rides like I do — she scoots her butt way over in the seat, puts her left foot down, and dangles her right foot way up in space. Â I reassure her that she doesn’t need to flatfoot, but she does need to pay a bit more attention to how she parks. Â Right now her dismount method is to just stop and let the bike fall over…which, granted, was more or less how I rode the SV650S.
We took our first long sport-touring ride yesterday: from the playroom into the kitchen and almost fully around the kitchen island. Â She got bored near the kitchen table, though, and dropped the bike (sorry, she “had to lay it down”) to go over and inspect the cat dish. Â Ride to eat; eat to ride!
