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Owen: Downhill racer extraordinaire

A friend of mine from work, Larry, let Owen have his son's LikeAbike that he had outgrown. LikeAbikes are great: they don't have pedals or training wheels, and they're made out of a relatively light-weight wood. They're simple, strong and excellent for learning balance.

Owen first rode his "Running Bike" last Wednesday. The video is below (and here) where you can see that even though he's a bit wobbly, he's able to ride down the small hill in our driveway without trouble.



The second video below (and here) shows Owen this past Saturday at the Punahou playground. He rode his bike the half-mile there, and immediately started attacking the hills, which probably have a 60-70% grade in some places (the neighborhood kids sled down the hills on pieces of cardboard).



Owen loves his running-bike so much that he even rides it from the living room to the bathroom. We have a feeling the training wheels on his Gary Fischer will be coming off soon!

Comments

mama mia said…
newest Los Bike member?
mama mia said…
Los Bike...watch out! there's a new sheriff in town...and his name is Owen Johnson!
jcom said…
Go Owen go! His journey to the 2024 Olympics has begun!
Anonymous said…
Cool! I've heard good things about those pedal-less bikes, and it's great to see Owen in action!
Amy P said…
I love how is his total Aloha-style with his flip flops, sorry...slippahs, in the driveway. :)
mama mia said…
watching both biking videos for the umpteenth time, I notice that videos from your island home always sound alike a bird sanctuary....tropical style! it is so lovely to hear that background to all of your filming...even outside your windows when the boys are doing something inside...so lovely, the paradise?

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