
Originally Posted by
KnottedYet
I dragged SKnot around in a trailer until he was about 6. And it was a crappy ol' Bugger (yup, that was the brand name!) which attached to the seat-post of my bike and would flip if my bike fell over.
It was great, and some great memories came from that.
He always wore a helmet. Even his teddy wore a helmet (a yogurt tub tied on with string). He loved riding in the trailer, and it was so sad when he outgrew it.
Cars were very good about the trailer, much more so than when i was commuting to work with just my bike.
Wonderful stuff.
How cute is that???
~~Tiffanie~~
Your biggest challenge isn't someone else.
It's the ache in your lungs and the burning in your legs and the voice inside that yells "CAN'T".
But you don't listen. You just push harder.
And then you hear the voice whisper "CAN".
And you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
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