Do you want to ride my bike?

Usually...this title question means someone in the family lost interest in the conversation so the question is blurted out, "Do you want to ride my bike?"
Ride...ride...ride.
That kind of reminds me of a song somewhere in the recesses of my mind. But actually, it's my "cheer!" for school teachers. Get on the bike and ride, ride, ride! Sometimes when we ride our bike slowly, we wiggle, wabble and fall over. I say, stop looking at all the little pebbles in the road...get on your bike and ride! Move it! Get going down the road! Good Grief, it's a mountain bike with fat tires! Ride on! They'll all follow you...but if you spend your time wabbling along looking down, you loose everyone! Those behind you take off in all directions because you are either in the way or can't keep the attention of those interested to look up--looking ahead! What's out there? What's beyond the next hill? Move it!
Get on your bike and ride....ride...ride!