Cyclovia 2015

This past Sunday was an important Lacroix milestone (yes families have milestones too...) For the first time ever we all set out on a bike ride with each of us on our very own bike.  Now we didn't get terribly far (only about a mile) and one of us (Izzy) didn't have any pedals, but we were all on two wheels nonetheless!  This milestone is of particular importance to me because I have fond memories of growing up in Phoenix and going for weekend family bike rides along the canals and bike paths (in all fairness I also have memories of complaining bitterly about being "forced" to go along on said bike rides).  Because of these experiences I am anxiously awaiting the day when the four of us can set out along our own fabulous (albeit canal-less) bike route near our house for weekend adventures. 

Sitting at an ice cream pit stop

This past weekend, via the annual Tucson Cyclovia, showed me that, while possible, such an event is still a few years off.  Izzy, powered by legs alone was understandably tired after only about a mile of the 5 mile Cyclovia route.  The event, however, was a perfect opportunity to catch a glimpse of our potential bike riding future, and have some fun on a lovely Sunday afternoon.  Cyclovia, for those not familiar, is an event held once (or sometimes twice) a year in cities where miles of road are closed to cars and the people are free to ride bikes, walk or otherwise self propel.  Along the route are activities like booths to decorate your bike with fur and flowers and games like grabbing a newspaper and trying to throw it into a basket as you whisk past.

Patrick helping Izzy dress up her bike

Unfortunately, perhaps as is per usual, we didn't plan terribly well, and about a mile out Izzy was totally kaput.  Fortunately though I realized that I could sit her on my panyard rack and give her a ride and Patrick managed to hold her bike and continue to ride himself. Also fortunately she had a helmet and is just old enough to trust to hold on while I rode down the road.  The only problem was that at one point she lay her head on my back and I could just feel that she was falling asleep... which would have also undoubtedly equated to falling off.  After a few loud shouts in her direction though she woke up and we made it it mile or so back to the car unscathed.  When it is all said and done though Izzy is a pretty mean balance biker... who knows, next year she might even be able to roll with us on a bike with pedals!