Kris hates to ride bikes with me, because I love to do this. Ride with my feet between the handlebars. Downhill. It freaks him out, but I do it anyway. Not sure why it doesn’t scare me,because when I was 10 I fell off my bike while doing this and tore the hell out of my knees. Had to walk a block to get home, and by the time I did my Nike’s were red instead of white. Pleasant, I know.
Every now and then I still get the urge to jump on my bike and find the tallest hill in the neighborhood. I just wish I still had my lime green bike with the banana seat, flower basket, and glittery tassles. That would be perfection.