So, three kilometers to the park and back, lovely sunny weather, and three happy kids. Could have been great.
First: loaded up the kids. Buckling in the baby to the rear carrier, and Miss K has a freak out because Mr T has his bear and she doesn’t have her monkey. SPRINT to get the monkey SPRINT back. About a meter and half from the bike and CRASH. There goes the bike, and there goes baby. The kickstand folded in half. Yup. Folded. The seat and helmet did their jobs admirably and there is not a mark on the baby, but boy do I feel like an idiot. I really should have known better.
Ride went fine. I was feeling a little unsure of my balance – and I couldn’t find the rear-view mirror to mount before I set out so checking over my shoulder was nerve-wracking. Used pedestrian crossings to stay on the safe side. Lots of stares.
Coming home from the park, kids were cranky, so for the most part I ignored their yelling – figuring they were just arguing with each other. That is, until I heard the scraping sound. That awful metal on pavement sound. The trailer hitch let go. The safety strap broke. I almost lost the trailer in live traffic. What saved it? The broken kickstand. Serendipity. The safety strap got caught and very firmly wedged between the bent kickstand and the crossbar thus keeping the trailer attached to the bike long enough to get off the road and onto the sidewalk.
Now my casual investigative shopping expedition this week has turned into a hunt for a new trailer hitch and a better kickstand. Instructables has some interesting ideas for trailer hitches, but the good ones require welding, and we don’t own a welder.
So that was the ride. Then we decided to bring the bike inside for the night as we don’t have a dry place to lock it yet. Dear husband grabs the battery to plug it in for me – and *plink* there goes the plug. He didn’t unplug the battery before removing it, and the cable detached itself from the connector plug.
So now I’m hoofing it for a few days until we can complete the repairs.