I've never been good at sports. Anything with a ball or requiring general coordination, not so good. But bicycling? It was the one thing I was ever okay at (except for that whole hot dog cart incident). I remember our gym class once took a 15 mile bike ride, and I was the first girl and the sixth person to finish. I will never forget the complete look of disbelief on my gym teacher's face when I pulled in.
Once we had children, bicycling went by the wayside. Neko was an antsy kid, and refused to be buckled into a stroller, much less a bike trailer.
Once we got her to agree to the trailer, then Shep had arrived, and they fought the whole time. (Note to Burley: a removable center divider would be a great option.)
But now? We're attempting to reclaim this as a family activity. We just acquired a used Piccolo, which I hooked up to my bike. Then Tom loaded Shep and Ellery into the trailer…and they actually got along.
We made it through an eight mile ride, with a number of stops to fill snack traps and retrieve pacifiers. But all in all, a great success. I decided this after Neko squealed through the entire ride, demanding we go faster, and faster, and FASTER!