Spring fever around here means taking advantage of the beautiful sunshine and warmer temperatures the good, sweet Lord bestowed on the South.
My son’s 14 now, and for the last seven years we’ve parked the cars on the weekend and traveled by bike when we needed to get around town. Our little Town has a nice system of sidewalks and back streets that reduces the amount of time we need to spend riding or crossing major thoroughfares and highways. My husband has a great set of panniers, and we load him up like a pack-horse.
But this year we’re evolving to a professional level carbon footprint reduction family: we got a trailer. It’s pretty badass. Light metal alloy rim and base; heavy canvas, snapped-in basin; hinged elbow joint connecting to the mister’s hybrid bike.
We keep our canvas bags and an extra backpack stored in the trailer to make it easier, but other than a portable bike pump and screwdriver, it’s very low maintenance. It even folds up for storage.
So look out, Mother Nature! We’re hot on the trails already. We’ve probably logged 60 miles already over the last three weeks. Which means that my husband has hauled 500 pounds of groceries and sundries (we like to swing by Target while we’re out, too), during six trips, up hill at least half of those outings.
I, on the other hand, ride along happily, load free, offering cheerful words of encouragement. Well, I do work the bell on my handlebars to warn oncoming joggers and walkers of our impending arrival…that’s very important.