Cycling in Sydney Australia
I finally got around to doing something I’d been meaning to do for months – get a child seat so I can take Toddler Dan with me on the bike. What finally prompted me to get it was necessity; it seems with the various schedules for Mrs Dan, Baby Dan II and Toddler Dan I was going to need a way to get Toddler Dan to her oh-so-middle-class-structured-playgroup thing without using the car.
I had been mulling whether to get the custom kiddie seat that fits on the back of the Radish, or one that goes on the front. The one on the front had more appeal, but they can get in the way of pedalling; indeed one bike shop I went in to ask about them told me they had stopped selling them as everyone was bringing them back because they couldn’t ride the bike with them.
But the Xtracycle one seemed rather expensive, and it was going to take ages to come, and then I saw a BoBike seat in the window of the bike shop around the corner, so I bought it. I fitted it to the bike, and we were ready for our first ride!
Toddler Dan seemed quite content to be put in the seat, and happily fiddled with the lights and the bell as we set off. I had promised her we would be going to the park, but we made a detour first to post some letters.
‘Are you enjoying the ride?’ I asked her once we had been going a few minutes.
She took the whole thing in her stride, didn’t mention anything about the bike but pointed forward and said ‘Park! Go to park!’. Clearly she was quite comfortable with the whole bike thing, except for the fact that it wasn’t getting to the promised destination fast enough.
And once we got home, she excitedly told Mrs Dan about the slide, and the swings, and going to the park, but didn’t even mention the bike. Hey ho; I am very keen that people start seeing bikes as normal and not noteworthy, rather than exotic and strange, so I suppose I should be applauding the matter-of-fact attitude of Toddler Dan. But I secretly wished she had perhaps been a little more excited about her first ride…