Her bull was a pink Schwinn, with the slightest hint of a scratch on the back right fender.
Her goal wasn't to last 8 seconds, but to make it up the hill.
Her prize wasn't a belt buckle, but a shiny new red helmet with plenty of room to grow into.
Her audience couldn't have been more proud. Amazed at how grown up she is becoming.
Harper had a great time at our neighborhood bike rodeo last weekend. She navigated through big kids on even bigger bikes to get from one booth to the next. Not even a hint of hesitation.
When she was ready to leave, she told us, "wet's go home" and without instruction, turned her trike in the right direction and started pedaling back the way we had came.
You are taking some GREAT pics, girl!!
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