After a few months of actively searching tandem and cargo bikes, looking to find THE ONE, Peter and I snagged this yellow BikeFriday family sedan of a bike this morning. It’s a custom-built tandem that can convert into a quad (as pictured). Insert a bunch of exclamation points here.
We woke up early and, despite our better senses, hopped trains and walked blocks in the sideways-pouring rain to check this bike out in the southernmost tip of Manhattan.
We didn’t know what the asking price was. We had a bike budget in mind and did some research on similar bikes by the same maker, figuring we may bend the budget a bit, or may have to walk.
Long story short, the guy selling it (pictured) named a number so low I was fighting back tears and cartwheels. He cared most about getting it to people who would love it as much as he and his family had.
After a celebratory lunch, we went to Fabulous Fanny’s, where I let Peter pick out new glasses frames for me because “now that we live in the same city we shouldn’t have glasses frames that are so alike. I don’t want to be that couple [especially not that couple AND on a tandem bike, yeesh]…” and “you’re the person who sees my face all the time, I trust your judgment.”
Pending lenses, there will eventually be a picture.
Today was one for the personal history books. My heart is nearly exploding out of my chest any time I think about like, any and every part of it.