After two and a half years, it was time for an upgrade. My son refuses to stop growing (I ask him to do so on a regular basis). We've moved his seat up and up until there wasn't any more post left.
Once it stopped raining this morning, we headed to a local bike shop to pick out a bigger set of wheels.
The whole process didn't take long at all. He tried a couple styles and narrowed his choices right away. After a quick think, he selected one that reminded him of the Hayabusa shinkansen because of the similar colors.
The staff grabbed the bike and made sure it was in perfect working order (attached petals, adjusted the seat, tightened a few bolts...) while my husband filled out all the paperwork.
Bikes here are not just a fun activity. They are a way of life. There is no way we would be able to live without a car if it were not for our bikes. And since we haven't been on a train in three months, it has been our only mode of transportation beyond our own feet.
He had to ride the bike home from the store, which soon turned into a family ride through the park. He was thrilled to see how much easier it was for him to get up hills and that he could keep up with us with a lot less effort.
Not only is a new bike lots of fun, it's also very useful.
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