I remember very clearly the day my daughter turned 5. For her birthday present, we got her 2 bicycles. Not because she needed 2 bicycles, but because my husband and I couldn’t agree on the ‘style’ of bike she should have. The first bike was sky blue, very sporty and a kind of modified BMX style. It was a girls’ bicycle, but it wasn't very feminine. My husband called it a 'vélo de performance'. It was his choice. The second bicycle was a thing of beauty. It was my choice.
Clara was instructed to choose one of the two bicycles that she would keep as hers. As it sometimes happens with females, style prevailed over function, and she ended up choosing the gorgeous pink bicycle which we immediately christened “the Bixi Bike” because of the resemblance of its handlebars to those of Montreal’s Bixi bike system. The highly practical sporty blue bicycle went right back to the store.
Fast forward 3 years, and the Bixi Bike has now been eclipsed by a much bigger, more functional mountain bike with enough speeds to tackle any kind of cycling situation. Our beloved Bixi had been gathering dust in the garage, and it was time to send her off to another little girl with a great sense of style.
But not before my Clara took her out for one last spin...
One of my favorite things about the Bixi Bike was the white wall tires, and every time I saw Clara cruising by, I swear I could hear Billy Joel’s voice singing that one verse in “It’s Still Rock and Roll to Me”.
You go girl. Rock those white walls.
My daughter was more than a little sad to say goodbye to her old stylish cruiser. There were even a few tears. Between the two of us though, I think I was the one who had more trouble letting go. Watching your children grow up and move on from their beloved playthings can be surprisingly tough on a mother's heart.
The old bike has been gone 3 days now, and my little 5-year-old has been gone longer than I care to admit. Bye bye Bixi. Goodbye my beautiful 5-year-old baby girl. I miss both of you more than you will ever know...