Motorcyclin' Miller

Miller decided he wanted to ride Grandpa's motorcycle this visit. For those of you that recall Miller's earlier obsession with "mo-mo's" this shouldn't be surprising.

Friday, my mom and dad started prepping Miller by letting him try on her helmet. I assumed that would be the first battle since I remember those helmets being heavy on my head as a kid. I guess Miller has a pretty good size noggin' and they make them much cooler than when I was a kid. He loved it. Her's has a regular face guard, visor, and flip down sun visor. They talked about how they would ride, how fast, etc.

Saturday morning was the day and I don't know who had more ants in their pants; my dad or Miller? Both were so eager we had to try to remind them it was cold out and too early for revving engines in the neighborhood. Miller suited up with his jeans, Captain America sweatshirt, my mom's riding gloves, and her helmet. Funny side note...Miller has never had to bundle up so getting those gloves on was hysterical.

They did a short trip around the block and he was all smiles so they went further around the neighborhood. It was a success and we snapped a few shots. We told him after his nap in the afternoon they could go again. Miller was so tuckered out, he took a long nap. My dad was pacing, turning on music, making noise trying to wake him up. They re-suited up and headed to the industrial park near their house for a longer ride without traffic. They both reported back a fun trip. Miller's legs don't quite reach the foot pegs so he was getting tired of balancing. I wouldn't doubt by this time next year he's touching the pegs. Next thing I know, they will be going to Daytona together.

PS: Auntie Em, Uncle Sean, and Uncle Erik gave Miller a motorized cycle when he was around Mason's age but he was too big for it and rode it very little. Mason has found it to be the perfect toy recently and has been cruising all over the driveway and sidewalks. He's a little large for it too but still loves it. He had NO desire to sit on the real thing. It was too big and scary and that was BEFORE we started the engine. Silly boy.