Little Ring is about to experience his first Tour de France.
I think he’s ready for it.
Since the little guy joined us almost 10 months ago, he’s been getting subtle, and not so subtle, exposure to cycling.
When he was just a sleeping, eating, pooping ball of baby, we watched the Vuelta together. Well, I watched while he slept, ate and pooped.
We looked all around the internet for a selection of infant cycling-related wear, including stylish caps and bibs. We took him to the Vancouver Bike Show.
One of his favourite stories, when I read it to him, is Go the Fabian Cancellara to Sleep.
I showed him the Spring Classics and he had moments of pure delight during the Giro.
He’s watched with rapt attention as I leave for and then return from rides. If the bike is downstairs as I gather my items, he makes a beeline for it (then again, he also does that for the bathroom door it if happens to be open).
I think he’s starting to make the connection between those cycling races daddy watches on TV and what he’s doing when he straps that funny plastic bucket onto his head and disappears for a few or more hours. When we give him choice between one of his cycling bibs and another, nine times out of ten he chooses the one with bikes.
Little does he know his fun is just beginning. He’s got a Fisher-Price trikebike awaiting him under his crib. And as soon as he’s got the whole balance and walking thing sorted, he’ll be graduating to a proper run bike.
Where he takes it from there will be entirely up to him.
But if Little Ring goes on to become Tour de France champion in 2039, you read it here first.