How to ride the bike with a baby

fsfasFirst of all, for the Americans, Mexicans, (Reunionese, lol) and other car-cultures, out there, riding the bike with a baby is totally a thing. In Germany and the rest of Northern Europe, nobody considers it unsafe. When people get reproduced here, they don’t stop riding fdfasfathe bike. They just ride it differently. Let me share with you English-speakers a piece of Northern axe-wielding viking wisdom. Continue reading How to ride the bike with a baby

Baby bike trip recap

Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long. I was unable to write about the bike trip on the fly because Weirdo needed every single joule of battery he could wring out of the phone for GPS. Why didn’t he bring a map and compass? I don’t know! Because he’s a little challenged, mentally speaking?

So here’s a little recap on baby bike trips. Continue reading Baby bike trip recap

Bike trip!

Yes! Just as everyone was about to get bored of the hitchhiking baby trope, we’re getting on a bike! No more relying on people’s good will; no more landscapes of gas stations and motorways. The end of the world may come for mankind, we probably won’t even notice and keep rolling rolling, baby! Down the hills, thought beautiful forests and… well,.. up the hills too I guess. Gotta keep Weirdo in good shape.

Where to? I will only reveal in the next post. Just me, my faithful butler and his even more faithful kilometer-machine that I hereby christen… er… Pinkie! You can see her on the picture above (an old one from last winter). Sexy, right?