Bicycling, that is.

Zoe and I just got back from a trip to the No Training Wheels Proving Grounds (aka Valley College‘s parking lot, right around the corner) and I’m happy to report that the training wheels have been retired and she’s off and running solo on two wheels. I still have to give her a little push to get her started every few tries, but once she’s going she’s going strong.

We’ve been working on this off-and-on for a little while now, but she has suddenly become extra motivated by a motocross riding school I found recently. When I showed her what she could be riding there (a little Honda XR70) and explained that she’d have to be able to ride sans training wheels before we could sign her up… Well, that was all the incentive she needed. We hit the parking lot, took off the training wheels, and I did the run-beside-her-while-holding-her-up thing maybe three times, and then she was riding solo. She wants to take that class in a big bad way.

She also wants her own motorcycle bad. We give her an allowance and she is always brainstorming jobs she can do for money, and every penny she gets goes straight into the piggy bank. She’s saving for a motorcycle. She has been resolute about this for months now. It’s not a passing fancy; she really wants to get a motorcycle.

I think I’m raising a biker chick.

Cool.