tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102126498629529342.post6619182530345037939..comments2023-06-14T10:02:17.797-05:00Comments on In Haught Pursuit: Together Again, BicyclingWendy Haughthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03224112973689131637noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102126498629529342.post-21699914053383495342010-04-08T16:49:55.552-05:002010-04-08T16:49:55.552-05:00Thanks, Emily. I will tell her.
No, you don'...Thanks, Emily. I will tell her.<br /><br />No, you don't sound jealous. Now that you are all grown up, I hope you get a girl's bike with a little trailer on the back for the babies.Wendy Haughthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03224112973689131637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102126498629529342.post-57522095612990794392010-04-08T14:37:37.491-05:002010-04-08T14:37:37.491-05:00Tell Emma *I* think her bicycling costume is simpl...Tell Emma *I* think her bicycling costume is simply adorable. If I met her on the road I'd stop to ask for a photo. :)<br /><br />I always biked in a dress or skirt, but I didn't have a cute hat. I had several favourite biking skirts. The next sister down from me and I rode hand me down bikes from cousins...there was a boy's bike and a girl's bike and somehow Bee, who always biked in PANTS, got the girl's bike. (What, you think I still sound jealous? Me?) I had to bicycle in a full skirt so it cleared the middle bar and didn't ride up my legs. Consequently I was always fishing it out of the chain. Regardless, I have only fond memories of biking with my siblings. (Well, except for the time my sister broker her leg and the time my brother broke his skull).Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05117120475033380036noreply@blogger.com