This totally reminds me of a story from back in the day.
I was living on White Sands Missile Range back in the early 1990's. I would ride my Nighthawk S to McGregor Range for work every day. And on an Army base one is required to wear a reflective vest and helmet. I always kept them both on a table right beside the front door.
Well one evening we were getting ready for dinner. My wife and I were in the kitchen and we thought the kids were in their room playing. The oldest was 4 and our youngest was 2.
I went into their room to get them while the wife set the table. Problem was, only our oldest was in the room. I figured the other had scampered into the living room or our bedroom. But she wasn’t to be found anywhere in the house. I went from getting ready to eat to totally freaked out over a missing child. I screamed to the wife to go check the back yard, I ran out the front door.
To my relief and eventual humor, there sat my 2 year old on the back of my bike, backwards, in a diaper, my vest slung over her, and the helmet pulling her head down. It was a very funny sight once I calmed down.
Thank God the pipes weren't hot; because I'm sure she just climbed up the side of the bike.
To this day, I can't go fast enough with her on the back of it. She loves to ride and wants her own bike. But me having been a paramedic, I'm leery about setting my daughter loose on a bike. She gives me crap every day for being a hypocrite but, I am what I am.
Terrorism is a disease. Rangers are the cure.