Brooks saddle and there were cork grips in her stocking. Her bike also has a Cateye speedo and tach, to keep her reminded about her spin - otherwise she pumps and coasts and wears herself out - gotta keep her spinning.

Our last ride, she rode 10.5 miles - not bad for a 12-y-o
Here's Dad and his old Raleigh, tweaked out for an old man
game keeper wrote:Your daughter looks real professional behind that Henry.

Both of my girls fly fish, but I've made a point never to make it a lesson. It was their initiative. I took them to the river, made sure they had fun, could fish if they chose, and I gave them pointers (started with grasshoppers and ultralight gear - mostly vintage - when they were 2-3). My younger, on this thread, is ready for a new pointer - how to palm the reel - she broke off a huge trout last time out. It was enough to make her quit, and we came home. And that was fine. We talked about it, and I think she will be ready next time. (I learned a long time ago that fishing is filled with missed opportunities, and you have to count them as just as good as any part of the day.)
When she started shooting her pellet gun, the shooting habits she developed were flawless. (She even developed her own seated shooting position, with the barrel resting on her closed knees and consistently hit 9/10 bullseyes at 10m). Maybe it was because I was so firm with the rules on this one, she respected their importance. I told her if she ever pointed it at anyone in jest, the pellet gun went in the trash.
Her finger points straight down the barrel until her target image is set, then methodically moves to the trigger. Her breathing is better than mine.
This was Thanksgiving weekend at the range.

Yesterday at the range, an LEO and his girlfriend took up the adjacent stands.
My baby was shooting the .357 baby (cowboy loads) and I was behind on the truck bed cleaning the other rifles. The officer kept glancing at me like I wasn't doing my job.
But my job's already been done here.
When the barrels were swabbed out, I sat down at the spotting scope and called her shots.
It was fun watching her punch the paper, especially when I could call a bullseye for her.