Last week I decided to start seriously looking for a bike. I’ve been casually thinking about getting one since Micah got his last summer, but now that Elsa is a little bigger and the weather is a little better, I got the itch to go shopping. The trick is that a bike doesn’t do me a whole lot of good if I can’t take my kids on it. Trailers scare me on city streets, and while it’s not too difficult to get two kids on a bike (one on front, one on back), getting three seemed a little more challenging. We stopped by a little bike shop nearby and they had one that seemed like a decent option – an extended cargo rack that could fit a bigger kid (Simon) and a seat (for Oliver) and then we’d put Elsa in a seat on the front. But then Micah dug a little deeper and found this:
And now I can think of nothing else. I really want that bike.