Near the end of last summer my Grandpa decided to buy a bicycle because it was becoming too hard to keep up with her on foot when she was riding. He was a bit wobbly (and still is I suppose!) and completely knocked her down the first time (they were fine), but apparently after this ride (where I finally, thankfully, got some pictures) Grandpa Joe has hung up his helmet. I guess he took a little spill. If he hurt himself, he's not telling. And that's okay-he's 92 years old. He can do whatever he wants!
This is the two of them on the way to the playground.
5 comments:
That's fantastic - I could only wish to ride a bike at 92!! Grandpa Joe, however, needs some purple tassles on his handlebars!
Adorable!
Sweetest post ever, Jules! xo to you, Josie, and Grandpa Joe!
I LOVE your grandpa!
Jake wants you to know that Grandpa is his hero. And I think that's the coolest bike I've ever seen.
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