Andy, all respect to you, you've made a lovely job of that bike.
We had/have three kids and I spent hours running around behind them pretending to hold onto the saddle until they could balance on their own - don't remember balance bikes back then. Daughter was quickest to learn, but then she's always been the most daring/biggest risk taker of the three. Our local tip had a shop like Andy's but then they modernized and streamlined the whole thing, no doubt at great expense to all us tax payers, and the shop never reappeared. I used to like going to the tip but dread it now as it has the most violent "sleeping policemen" in the whole of Edinburgh. For a start there are far too many of them and they are the screwed down rubber type and no matter how slowly you go they punish the suspension brutally. There was a brilliant recycling shop opened up in an empty warehouse near us a couple of years ago, absolutely tons of stuff and all useful. Bikes for around £15 to £20 and they looked worth having. Then suddenly it wasn't there any more.
Now the youngest grandchildren can ride their bikes I think we're through that stage - good thing as I can't move fast enough to be much use as a "supporter". The girl took ages to learn but the wee lad (five years younger than her) pretty much just jumped on and rode away! Probably wanting to be "better" than his sister!
Over the years I've heaved a couple of kids bikes out of skips and refurbed them but even more I've rescued a number of tricycles, scooters and a pair of roller skates from skips while out on my walks. The kids love the scooters more than anything because these are not like the modern ones with dinky wee wheels, no siree, They have nice big wheels with "proper" tyres which lets them go fast and are much more stable.
My oldest boy lost control of his bike on a steep hill when he was only about 5 years old. Knocked himself out briefly and slammed his head into the end of a bit of electrical conduit which punched a neat circle of skin out of his forehead. Neighbour's son rushed in the front door hysterically shouting "Jonny's dead, Jonny's dead! Mrs J, a trained first aider, very calmly examined him, wrapped him in the blanket she'd picked up on the way out the front door, rang the ambulance and ordered me to gently lift him into the house out of the rain. He came round while I was carrying him but couldn't see! I thought he was blind/brain damaged. I've never felt so worried in my life. By the time the ambulance came he was seeing light/dark/shapes again - it was concussion of course. They took him into the hospital for 24 hours for obs but, luckily, he made a complete recovery. I remember thinking "what's the white circle on his forehead" when I first saw him. Not realizing at the time that I was seeing the bone of his skull! There have been a number of very scary incidents with the kids/grandchildren but I think that was the worst.
We had/have three kids and I spent hours running around behind them pretending to hold onto the saddle until they could balance on their own - don't remember balance bikes back then. Daughter was quickest to learn, but then she's always been the most daring/biggest risk taker of the three. Our local tip had a shop like Andy's but then they modernized and streamlined the whole thing, no doubt at great expense to all us tax payers, and the shop never reappeared. I used to like going to the tip but dread it now as it has the most violent "sleeping policemen" in the whole of Edinburgh. For a start there are far too many of them and they are the screwed down rubber type and no matter how slowly you go they punish the suspension brutally. There was a brilliant recycling shop opened up in an empty warehouse near us a couple of years ago, absolutely tons of stuff and all useful. Bikes for around £15 to £20 and they looked worth having. Then suddenly it wasn't there any more.
Now the youngest grandchildren can ride their bikes I think we're through that stage - good thing as I can't move fast enough to be much use as a "supporter". The girl took ages to learn but the wee lad (five years younger than her) pretty much just jumped on and rode away! Probably wanting to be "better" than his sister!
Over the years I've heaved a couple of kids bikes out of skips and refurbed them but even more I've rescued a number of tricycles, scooters and a pair of roller skates from skips while out on my walks. The kids love the scooters more than anything because these are not like the modern ones with dinky wee wheels, no siree, They have nice big wheels with "proper" tyres which lets them go fast and are much more stable.
My oldest boy lost control of his bike on a steep hill when he was only about 5 years old. Knocked himself out briefly and slammed his head into the end of a bit of electrical conduit which punched a neat circle of skin out of his forehead. Neighbour's son rushed in the front door hysterically shouting "Jonny's dead, Jonny's dead! Mrs J, a trained first aider, very calmly examined him, wrapped him in the blanket she'd picked up on the way out the front door, rang the ambulance and ordered me to gently lift him into the house out of the rain. He came round while I was carrying him but couldn't see! I thought he was blind/brain damaged. I've never felt so worried in my life. By the time the ambulance came he was seeing light/dark/shapes again - it was concussion of course. They took him into the hospital for 24 hours for obs but, luckily, he made a complete recovery. I remember thinking "what's the white circle on his forehead" when I first saw him. Not realizing at the time that I was seeing the bone of his skull! There have been a number of very scary incidents with the kids/grandchildren but I think that was the worst.
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