Sunday, March 22, 2009

On Saturday Afternoons


I saw the scene unfolding as I rolled by the ball park. A Dad coaching a kid, whose face bore the look of a child condemned. He was probably so excited when they left for the park. He was finally going to have fun with his Dad. Now he was nothing more than a hapless pawn in the grip of a mad man, being schooled on his technique. He was five. I smiled. I wasn't alone, although I was in recovery.


Years ago I ruined my oldest son. We had gone on a bike ride and I was barking tips and instructions. About a mile into the ride the little man melted down. Even buying him a Gary Fisher Cozmo, couldn't mend the damage. He would never grace the saddle of a bike again. From that moment forward he would only pursue sports I knew nothing about.


Last week I did some rough calculations and estimated he (now fourteen) spent forty five hours a week killing people in the virtual world of "Call of Duty". The sound of him talking online at the top of his lungs, and reveling in the death of his foes was becoming a bit of an annoyance. On a Friday after noon, I snapped and announced we were going on a ride. On the way, I told him how I had failed him as a father, and an ambassador of the ride. I promised him I would not utter a word, unless it was complimentary or positive. We decided on a safe word that would stop me from talking all together.


Now younger brother (Lil' W.B.) has graced this bloggie many times and is a skilled rider. He got a new ride for Christmas and has been clipless for years. I am a proud Papa when I see how smooth he rides and to watch him roll a log or wheelie drop a ledge is great, but my dream was always to ride with both my boys.


Well the long and short of it is we did ride and it went well. Some bikes that weren't seeing any use were taken off the hooks and brought to Joe's. The bitter haggling took seconds. Joey fitted #1 son, and lickidy split, a Raleigh was on the rack. Now we ride Mondays , Fridays and Sundays. I feel as though a weight has been lifted. Today we rode from the casa, out to Tom Brown and back, and #1 son even attacked me on the Woodgate climb. Do I see a little chip of W.B. in that charge? Yes I do, and life is good. A great wrong has been righted.








W.B.Z.N......and sons.


15 comments:

juancho said...

What? If we mess with one of you we are messin' with all of you? Is it like that?

Human Wrecking Ball said...

You are under the umbrella....nothing to fear. Let us know if you ever need a ....favor.

reverend dick said...

That's a Good Feeling. It's a short window, get some now. Before riding with the old man is too boring and slow...

Human Wrecking Ball said...

You were a big inspiration Rev. Thanks Man.

bikechain said...

been there done that. Instead of football dad, I'm now the wacko that rides a unicycle (at least tries to) while his kid is at baseball practice. It's a good feeling to "let go". I don't and have not pushed the ride your bike thing but my kids have better bike than I ever did. It is very cool for them to ask me to go ride now... glad your skies have cleared.

Ms. Moon said...

That makes me happy. Very awesome. Glad you figured it out. A lot of dads never do.

juancho said...

What are you DOING? Do you want them to be losers? Start interval training now and no more white sugar!

Magnum said...

They're durable little buggers, aren't they; break 'em and mend 'em.

Good job

bikechain said...

new post request

Little Ball said...
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Little Ball said...

sounds like the good ol days of chasing my dad. It was the best feeling beating my dad for the first time! i still like ridin with him, even though he is slower. I also feel like its my duty to ride with him cause he use to wait for me. Now its just pay back! o the good ol days.

bikechain said...

look at me. I'm north shore baby. I ride big drops so I don't post on the blog anymore. Look at meeeee!!!

Human Wrecking Ball said...

The only thing that could have made it better is if I coulda brought you boys with me. I bored the shit out of my cousins with BC crew stories.

BCFL!

I did ride some crazy stuff I didn't think I could. Pics at eleven. Pizza Steve would given me an "atta boy".

Anonymous said...

Juancho, you cheeez! You killed the anonymous posting to your blog. Looks like the wrecking truck here will have to take more volume when I have to tell everybody how you were getting Rogaine for your chest and searching out 20mm gold braid to set off your new pair of Ray Ban Aviators. I even heard you were having trouble to make an answer to the age old question, "Shag or crushed velour?" OK. That's out of my system....

Come get your huffy HWB!

shins

Human Wrecking Ball said...

Yo shins! WTF? I don't want your second hand.... meant for someone else....comments! BASTARD!