When the other half suggested we go see the biker show in town today I was only half listening and thought there was some kind of stunt bike show going on. Yeah, why not? We could pop in for a bit, let the boys be all impressed, and then head off and finish the shopping we needed to do.
It was actually a blood bikers fund raiser and the second one I’ve come across in a month. I had no clue about blood bikers before the very first event I went to a few weeks ago. Did you know most blood bikers are volunteers who ride their own bikes? They’re not always the white and yellow “medical” looking ones so it’s not always easy to immediately spot on on the roads (so always let those bikes safely pass you on the motorway kids). They do about 3 shifts a month and some do it at very unsociable hours through the night. Most have other jobs they do and the blood biking is fitted into their lives somehow. It’s been a bit of an eye opener, and the blood biking community is so giving.
They all offered both boys a sit and play on their bikes and Z had a bit of a look but was too engrossed in his ice cream to want to do anything else. Toddler E decided the little fun fair ride that was going at full speed would be much more fun and kept trying to dart straight onto one of the planes, even though it was in full swing at the time. We had to physically restrain him more than once whilst we waited for the ride to stop, except it didn’t. It was like the worlds longest kiddie ride ever (or at least, it felt like it!) and it just kept going and going. And going. E lost his patience in the end and had a full on meltdown right in the middle of the blood biker event. Luckily, no one was phased by it and instead warned us that a toddler tantrum was nothing compared to the tantrums kids have in their teens, which is now something I’m obviously looking forward to.