The other day my derailer on my bike was gunked up, which resulted in my bike not working the way it should. (For those of you who don’t know, I commute by bike three out of five days a week.  My bike not working is a problem.)  You see, my derailer wasn’t springing back, so every time I stopped to coast, my chain would fall off my bike.  *unhappy face*  This means I had to keep peddling on the downhills.  Not fun.

It also meant that I couldn’t take Sweetness and Light where I wanted to take them in the bike trailer.  I was pretty bummed, because I really don’t like to push a stroller when I would be pulling a bike trailer and riding.  Then, Sweetness said, “I can take Light on my bike.”  Keep in mind Sweetness if five.  Her bike is maybe a third of the size of a grownup bike, and also fixed gear.

I told her that I wasn’t sure I wanted her pulling her sister around, but Sweetness insisted she could do it.  The hookup to my trailer is only a clamp, so it can work on any bike, even Sweetness’ so I couldn’t protest that technically it wouldn’t work.

Well, I figured she’d tire out soon enough, we’d walk the bike home, switch to the stroller, and go on our merry way.

Not so.

Sweetness biked herself and Light (with me running behind to keep up and to assist on some of the uphills giving a starting push because Sweetness couldn’t downshift to start on hills) ALL THE WAY TO THE LIBRARY.  AND BACK.  That’s just over two miles.

Can I mention just how proud I am of Sweetness?

And also what an incongruous sight it is to see a child pulling a child in a bike trailer.  It was also really cute.  Just sayin’.

Anyway, I am now, in this regard, completely superfluous.  I don’t even feel bad about it.