Rage made me a screaming deal on a beauty, a high-end package for killer value. The math vs. wrenching and shopping and effort and quality was easily settled by mad luv for a great LBS, which lets us tear it up by ourselves for 2 hours after closing.
G took some not-bad pics
My kids and i came home filthy and exhausted.
There are no pics of Alana, i was too busy pushing her lap-after-lap on G’s bike while she hooted and howled and did not try to put her feet down, and threw a fit when i stopped. Her tricycle is a death machine on the track, next time we’ll upgrade her to the 12 incher. She made up for lack of riding with intrepid scaling of the table-tops.
This was the little girl who wouldn’t give up the training wheels?!!!!!!