
That's exactly what I said when I woke up one morning to find my late birthday gift outside my door. I LOVE bikes. I point out every bike (and motorcycle) on the road and insist on ride every bike I see. I was pretty stoked to finally get my own bike from Paga for my birthday.

I got on immediately of course. I tested out the bell (kinda weak...mom keeps promising to get me a better one) and made sure I could reach the pedals. Mom helped me take a little spin around the house.

How do I look? Like I was born to ride!

Mom got me a helmet. She says if I start wearing it now I won't fight her about wearing it when I'm older. I even like wearing it around the house. You can see my brother, Winston, in the background...running for his life.

Watch out Lance Armstrong, you've got competition coming!
1 comment:
Sweet bike Max! What's with the push pole? You won't need that for long! Pretty soon you will be out on the streets in spandex, just like Uncle Jeff :)
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