I wasn’t sure if he was ready. Twelve months old feels young for a bike ride. But this was his second—or maybe third—ride and he absolutely loved it.
After a few days without it, he spotted the bike again and lit up. Straight to the bell—ding ding!—like he’d been waiting all week.
That’s when I knew: this little seat on the front of my e-bike wasn’t just a purchase. It was an investment in us.
I get to talk to him, laugh with him, watch his face as the world rolls by. He gets to feel the wind, the bumps, the bell. It’s not just transport—it’s connection.
If, like me, you want to be the best grandad you can be, come and join me at bestgrandad.com. Let’s take this ride together.
