Excuse the title of this blog and the possessive pronoun used to describe women like they are some sort of possession, but that is exactly what I witnessed from a grandfather and a father interacting with the teenage boy with them. Riding the Kindness Bicycle past 3 generations of men, I could tell at a distance that the father wanted no part of my signage. Circling back around and acting like I hadn’t seen the scowl on his face I got close enough so all 3 could see the signs close up, I also rang my bell to get their full attention. This time the father and grandfather both gave me a look of disapproval, the boy however, gave me a thumbs up. Upon seeing his son’s reaction, the father yanked his son’s arm down. I surmise that this has been the attitude for much longer than 3 generations in this family. I hope the son, by seeing the sign and by hearing me say that 4 women a day die in the United States because of Domestic Violence, breaks the mentality that persists in his family.
Today’s ride of forty miles was a breeze because of perfect conditions and very flat terrain. I love Kansas!!