by europa » Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:38 am
Mate, buy the bike that suits you and the bike that suits him. If the two of you find yourselves going riding together, well and good.
At 10, he's probably (but not necessarily) not going too far and is probably more interested in the sort of bashing about a BMX bike will get than anything else, though a mountain bike (mtb) is also an option. But realistically, at 10, although some kids are already doing impressive distances on road bikes or getting into some serious bush on mtbs, most are just happy puttering around locally on a bmx, maybe attacking the local bmx track, doing jumps, tricks, etc. Also, at 10, he's going to grow like blazes in the next few years so whatever you buy him, he's going to outgrow pretty darned quick.
Now, yourself. 61, off the bikes for a few years, 'former enthusiast' - mate, you're unlikely to feel comfy on the latest carbon rocket ship (though you might), nor are you likely to be challenging him on the trails through the local forest. At 61, you know what sort of bike attracts you, so go looking for the bike that tugs you back to riding. Ignore the young salesman in the shop trying to put you on the latest racer, even if you know that's where you want to be. If you like the racer style, you don't have to get something as sharp as a true racing bike, there are touring and 'comfort' bikes that give you that same style of bike but in a more relaxed riding position (a modern racer has a riding position more akin to a sprinter's position ten years ago) and geometry. But, you might also decide you want the more upright position of a commuter or hybrid.
Buy what YOU want ... but do lots of research.
Help your grandson buy what HE wants ... but do lots of research, even if it's when he's not around (it gets boring for kids).
If the two of you have the sort of relationship that encourages riding together, you'll do it, regardless of the weaponry and there is nothing in the rule book that says you have to do centuries together to bond.
And yeah, it does work. My son (14) and I (50) are beginning to share some wonderful times riding, even though he's as mad as a cut snake and is fitter than your average mallee bull while I'm still aquiring that mythical thing called 'fitness'.
Richard