Locomotion

Through A's efforts entirely, Birdie has grown accustomed to biking in the chariot (trailer attached to his bike). I have come through a fog of cluelessness and come to realize that this city is brimming with bicycles and thus, I intend to be a part of it. On weekends, at this point, the three of us have been heading down from our home via bike lanes to False Creek. The bike lanes are streets in the city that have been designated as bike lanes therefore, vehicles are permitted but do not have the entitlements/preferences to drive like the bicycles do. It's sheer brilliance. Yesterday, some areas of the bike streets were clogged since there were so many bikes. Granted, it was a true sunny, summer day out.

Often Birdie calls out, "Mamma, eh-ah-you (where are you)?" It's more a hide-and-seek game than the fact that I'm that far behind, really.

We've ended up at playgrounds peppered along the route or recently, at the beach at Stanley park just beyond the Burrard Bridge. What a win - bike, often sans cars, beauty, and beach! Add to that a wee picnic and we're pretty much cured of any travel abroad. This new (but old) king of locomoting is pretty great.