Elijah's first bike trip as cargo
I took a break from bike transportation for the better part of over a year, in order to raise a third child. There are some stupid rules in our state about babies under one not going on bicycles. This is not a blog post about that, because that would be an angry anarchist rant. Instead, this is a blog post about hope. The first bike trip with me and three kids altogether.
setting off!
From a test drive in our home street yesterday we learned that Elijah likes riding in the blue bike. I thought I'd start with a sort ride up to the bagel store to see if he'd stay buckled in. It's not a 5-point harnas, but he stayed still with the lap belt.
Young biker happily eating a bagel. You can see our bike through the store window, a totally unintentional but beautiful selfie staging.
After fueling up with bagels and milk, the boys decided they could take on a ride further afield, down the bike path towards Billerica.
look at him go!
We went about half a mile to a playground we remembered from two years ago, at the abandoned Coast Guard housing.
grass growing around the play structure is eerie yet kind of nice
The 20 small single family homes have stood empty for years, since the Coast Guard cleared out. It's a colossal waste of infrastructure in a town that desperately needs more affordable housing, but this is not an anarchist rant.
empty neighborhood
On the ride home Elijah had some things to rant about. He was desperate to fall asleep, and couldn't find a comfortable position. Poor thing. The trip was proof of concept that he can stay in the bucket, but not that he can sleep comfortably in it.
not the most comfortable sleeping position. The lap belt around his waist is holding him in.
Hopefully this is just the start of a very freeing summer. Here's my happy face selfie. It smiles at the future.
biking selfie. No helmet, i know i know.