The “soccer” word was inevitable when Junior got the chance to join a Saturday morning team with one of his best buddies. The word “Mom”? Well, also pretty hard to deny that one. But “mini-van”? It was bad enough that I lost a $100 bet when we bought our van, having sworn, in writing and before witnesses, that I never would. I couldn’t bear the thought of becoming a mini-van-driving soccer mom.
Xtracycle to the rescue. We load it up, complete with cameras, tripods, blankets, snacks, soccer balls, and son, and pedal our way to soccer. We’re also pretty lucky to know a lot of other riding-obsessed soccer families, so our return trip home this week featured no fewer than 4 families on the bike path. We called ourselves “the soccer bus”.
So while we do have to occasionally drive to soccer (I don’t really see our 80 year old friend Sally riding on the back of Mark’s bike to watch Junior play), I’d much prefer to be known as an “SUB-riding Soccer Mom”.