Olympic Event…..Or Not

“You are the wind beneath my wings and the legs behind my motorcycle”

 

I have just read one of the funniest blog posts ever. Today Paperpuff had a post titled “A different kind of Olympics”. I read it to my husband and we both laughed…..a lot.  It would be so worth your time to venture over to her blog and read this post …..and don’t forget to read the comments.

Reading her blog today reminded me of some of the rather odd activities our family has done that may or may not qualify as an Olympic worthy event. I came across the picture above of my husband and our oldest son participating in one of those events.

A little background here: Years ago a neighbor gave us this little motorcycle.  His three boys were grown and he decided that we needed one of these for our three boys. It was not running at the time so it was hauled off to a nearby business that fixed motorcycles. They did get it running and our boys enjoyed many hours of fun with this set of wheels.

Our youngest probably had the most fun with it.  He would ride it so often he finally had a track worn around our place. Eventually the boys outgrew it and it was parked in the back of a shed.

Two years ago when the kids were all home they decided they should haul it out again to relive their youth. After pouring seafoam in the gas tank, then kicking and kicking on the starter they finally gave up.

My husband was a little more determined and climbed on. He then instructed our oldest to be the human power source to try start it. (The eldest was chosen as he is the one who runs marathons- if nothing else it was great training?) The kid did go put on his running shoes…..I am sure this makes it qualify for an Olympic event.

I am not sure how many times they pushed that thing up the driveway; to try and start it by pushing it back down the driveway. They did eventually get it running……sort of. (lots of sputtering on the part of the motorcycle and muttering on the part of the driver and pusher).

After that afternoon it was once again pushed in the back of the shed. It is still sitting there. I am wondering how long it will be before they decide that the green Kawasaki needs to ride again. I hope that when it has been decided that the “time is right” the guys are rested up and have trained adequately for this particular event.

I am pretty sure we are not totally unique in weird family entertainment. I am wondering what would your family choose for their Olympic event?

 

 

“When I lived there that bike ran like a gem”
Joseph K.