So for three years, I was complacent with not having a basket. I thought surely Wade would pick up on the many hints I dropped and "surprise" me with one for an anniversary or birthday. Cut to this weekend when we planned on going on a bike ride with my parents to a local pizza place. I determined a few hours beforehand that I would not go on another bike ride without a basket. So I made Wade hunt down this wicker one at Target while I was working on things for my craft fair this weekend and
And off we went! Wade and I rode our bikes along the streets to the trail head, while my parents drove with their bikes. About 30 seconds after leaving, I hit a bump and my mom's jacket flew out of the basket. At that moment, my parents were just passing by me in their car, and I could see my mom's face mouthing "I told you so" as I ran after her jacket that had landed on the ground a few feet away. I guess mothers do know best. Oh, well. There are always a few kinks to work out with anything new.
Without further incident, we made it to the trail and started our epic journey. The trail is the site of Kansas City's last streetcar line. After the streetcar was no longer in operation, the tracks were removed and the city built up a great trail. I love it because parts are surrounded by a lot of trees, while other parts back up to cute shopping areas. We took our time and enjoyed the perfect fall air. There aren't many really perfect nights that aren't too hot or too cold, so we really lucked out.
We made it to our favorite pizza place, parked our bikes, and ordered a pitcher of beer to celebrate our harrowing journey.
|I swear we didn't plan to all wear a yellow shirt|
We will definitely be doing this again soon. It was a great time and made my heart happy.