The Girls on Bikes

Starting this journey I knew the girls had personalities as unique as their eye and hair colour. I didn't know that riding style was also a genetic trait handed down from the parents.

The girls ride as differently as their parents. Colby, like her Mother prefers to grind a single low gear all day long wether going up or down hill. She rolls along and resists my suggesstion to spin a little more so that her legs will last a little longer.

Quinn on the other hand is the opposite - she picks a high gear and spins like mad. I would even get a little concerned when we were screaming down hills and she was bobbing frantically in her seat as she raced to keep pace. Like har father she loves going up hills fast and her ability to spin has made her a phenomenal climber. Two cross Canada bike tourists we met watched Quinn climb an exceedingly steep hill in amazement, saying it was one of the steepest hills they'd encountered since Vancouver. At the late stages of the trip even her Dad couldn't keep up.

Then there is Colby. I'm not too sure where she picked up her daredevil gene - maybe uncle Scott. She heads down the hills faster than I'd like and likes to run over, under and sometimes through whatever is in front of her. She doesn't hear me when I tell her that a puddle could be hiding glass or the mother of all pot-holes, that branches hanging in her path should be avoided not embraced as a bike limbo challenge. Colby will be the perfect roadie as she never rode less than 1 foot behind the lead rider - she knows the value of drafting.

Just last night at our celebratory meal here in Perce, Lana let the girls know that with all they've learned on the trip, they had become better, more versatile riders than she. A pretty nice compliment from someone who has ridden as far and long as she has.

Greg