We'd sigh and roll our eyes dramatically as we cruised along, drily christening ourselves the Von Trapp Family Bikers. As in the Sound of Music. Keep in mind that we were only two kids and a few bedroom drapes shy of the full caboodle.
We were convinced that we had the only family in town whose idea of a fun Sunday afternoon involved falling into a line of two-wheelers. Actually, if memory of my hometown serves me correctly, purely anecdotal research supports this theory, as every other family was at home on the couch watching Melrose Place and Beverly Hills, 90210.
So guess who's singing Do-Re-Mi out the other side of her mouth now?
Fact 1: For the past four and a half years, our family has owned one car.
Fact 2: We care about not polluting this here planet of ours more than really necessary.
Fact 3: We are mean parents who demand that our children get exercise and sunshine on a spring weekend.
Fact 4: We are the proud owners of not only a bike trailer ....
... but also a Novara Afterburner.
Just let me coo for a minute about our Novara Afterburner. I can fold it up and stick it in the back of that one car (okay, minivan) we own. Twice a week, I tote it to the kids' taekwondo dojang, where the Professor affixes it to the back of his own bike and uses it to bring our eldest home from his lesson in most kinds of weather. Just seeing him cruise along with a pedaling papoose on the back bring smiles from drivers and especially from fellow bikers. And remember, we live in Lance-ville. There are bikers a'plenty, and a nine year old needs to feel part of the pack sometimes.
I rode it with Lizey on the Funky Chicken Coop Tour on Saturday. I'm pretty sure we looked kind of adorable.
The Professor pulled Caroline in the trailer. Ian rode his own bike.
Now, if I could just get them to harmonize, as we whiz past, about tea with jam and bread. Or maybe more appropriately, "So -- a large bike pulling an appendage ..."