Someone stole Owen's spider man bike. Owen and I went on a date - he rode his bike to the U-bahn, parked it, and off we went. We returned a few hours later and the bike was gone. Lesson learned: buy a lock. Dave and I planned bike purchases - probably for the holidays. Instead, on a regularly Tuesday we test drove bikes in a HUGE German store with a built-in quarter mile track. We walked out with helmets, baskets, and bikes. Merry Christmas.
I noticed the high quality German bikes when I passed kids riding in nearby Grunerburg Park. Every bike must be outfitted with lights, a bell and certain brakes. The heavy frame reminds me of a little motorized scooter.
A week later, I decided I needed a bike too. While I love riding a bus, versus driving to work, commuting by bike cut my travel time. I adjusted quickly to the road rules and love my new wheels.
A year ago, we pushed a double stroller to the weekend markets. Yesterday, we all rode bikes into the stadtmitte - center city - for our weekly waffles. I watched in awe as Emily and Owen pedalled up a huge hill while navigating around other bikers and pedestrians.
On a side note, the kids spotted Dunkin Donuts and insisted we stop. We waited in a 25 minute line for chocolate glazed donuts. Club music streamed from the speakers and people excitedly examined the menu. "Coconut, sprinkled, frosted," I heard the heavily made-up teenage girls exclaim. I am definitely in the wrong business.
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