Like most kids, Nicolai was gifted a tricycle from his grandfather and nana when he was around one years old. A year later, graduating to a bicycle, and with rediculous training wheels. But hey, it was his ride! A … Continue reading Nicolai awoke from a dream
Back in 2011, I was Living in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The distances, the ( lack of a ) public transportation system and the heat called for a car. Of course I had a bicycle, but not as a daily … Continue reading Car free living – Mom’s transition
I grew up as the son of a driving instructor. Yes. What you’re thinking is right. I was indeed growing up with gas running through my veins. There were times when our household had 6 cars and 8 motocycles. I … Continue reading Car free living – Dad’s development
I have a 15km ride to work. And I would miss it a lot, if I wouldn’t be commuting by bike. In the morging it wakes me up and puts a smile on my face, while other people are stuck … Continue reading Why commuting by bike is awesome
Hell Yes! I love big cargo! When I ride big cargo, that wouldn’t even fit into a regular car, I find myself feeling a bit superior to that motorist next to me, on the (IKEA-)parking-lot. When loading I feel his … Continue reading Why I love to ride big cargo
May I introduce Taurus to you: He is an Omnium Cargo Bike from Copenhagen, Denmark. He is black. He is lightweight – for a cargobike. He is fast. Damn fast – not only for a cargobike. For motorists I like … Continue reading Dad’s everyday-ride called Taurus
We moved in together. Step by step. First Jess moved to my place, then we moved to our new home together. When Jess moved in at my old place, I did the move by bike. As it was a move … Continue reading Our move by bike
I was thinking of getting a (real) cargobike for quite some years before it worked out. Thanks to the Bikekitchen in Augsburg Germany I was finally able to weld a bike inspired by the Omnium Cargo bikes. As it was … Continue reading Our first attempt: the selfmade Omnium-replica
One first step to carrying stuff on the bike was our Porteur. We named him Albrecht (engl: Albright). He wasn’t much of a cargobike, yet he helped us alot when it comes to groceries. I restored the old german-brand bike … Continue reading Our Porteur called Albright