Speed Freaks in Training

Remember this photo? You should…it was posted last week.

Brynn’s reaction to my “swift” driving style.

Actually, the kids don’t want me to slow down. Sometimes they urge me to go faster.

“Go Mom, go, go…go Mom,” they chant from the backseat. I push the pedal until I can barely hear them over the wind. The seat belts start flapping and loose papers and wrappers are sucked out the window. “Hold on tight!” Brynn shouts when we hit a sharp bend in the road.

Hold on tight. It’s all about preparation. And with that in mind, the kids have taken it to a new level.

I’m not sure who was first with the bike helmet. But I get the message: “If there’s a crash landing, we’re ready.” (And Brynn’s going out like a rock star.)

I like to say that Hadley has more faith in my driving. Bareheaded and blissfully sacked out. But the fact is, we only own two bike helmets for three kids.

She probably drew the short straw on this trip.