Two decades after, my husband and I had another child, a boy named Otis, and that I did what a intelligent, outdoorsy parent who’d only had a second baby could do: I offered my one-seat Chariot and updated into the double-wide, two-kid Thule Chariot. I pulled my toddler girl and baby son over town behind my bike because contraption: to the farmer’s economy, the library, the playground.
(Apparently he’s as stubborn as I am and wouldn’t take no for the answer.) He attached the Chariot to the e-bike, and that I loaded the kids and zipped across the area with the simplicity and energy of a bullet train. I was converted in five seconds flat.
Together with the new e-bike, instead of just riding to the nearest park, I really can go on a tour de parks. Rather than driving to the pond five kilometers to the kids’ daycare, like I normally did, I could sail the e-bike there instead, saving petrol and spending more time outdoors. On weekends, I burden the children on the e-bike, ride into your trailhead, and we all go for an increase into a rock overlooking the river. The children love this e-bike’s rate; I love the simplicity of it.
I am surely not alone at the parent-who-tows-children-via-e-bike club. She rides daily from April to October, till there’s too much snow to bicycle, and at the year she has possessed her bike, she’s put 1,100 miles . That’s more than 1,000 miles that she has not driven her vehicle. That’s a lot of hours of spending some time outside, in air with her kids.

When my oldest child, Nora, now 4, was a baby, I was determined that with a baby wouldn’t prevent me from riding my bike across town like I’d always done pre-kids. I live in Tahoe City, California, a lakefront mountain city with leading bicycle paths. Our summertime traffic could be thick, so riding a bicycle is important to getting to areas such as the supermarket, the coffee shop or the lake onto a crowded summertime.

A family.
I wholeheartedly denied initially: I didn’t require an electric motor for me up mountains, I insisted. That is what my legs were to. I’ve been a bicycle rider–a triathlete, a mountain biker, a bike commuter–for my entire adult life. I get that some people adore e-bikes, however they weren’t for me. Or so I thought.

Recently, a single mom friend of mine submitted a picture of herself hauling her two young children on a typical long-tail freight bike. I texted her a picture of my e-bike and suggested there was a simpler option. “Meh,” she wrote back. “I enjoy the challenge” And I get this: As parents, we will need to squeeze exercise once we can and it feels good to work hard and show our children that we are powerful. But here is what: Parenting is hard enough, and biking along with your kids does not have to be one of the difficult moments.
It turned out to be a win-win: I’d find a while; she would find a nap. We were both happy.

“Having children and living to a major hill meant that if I did not get an e-bike, I probably would not be biking,” she said. “But now, once the weather is great, we’re on the bike.”
I adore e-bikes so much, our loved ones just got a second one, a cargo-style ride in which both children can sit behind my saddle in their very own secure seats instead of in the trailer . It is more compact and still includes a basket up front for markets, school backpacks or sand toys. Dan now rides our very first e-bike to and away from work, while our cars sit essentially undriven.
But then, they started to grow, as kids do. They got thicker. One day , when Otis was nearly two and Nora almost four, my husband, Dan, took the children to the park, a couple of miles away over a decent-sized hill, via bicycle. “I really don’t understand how you pedal them up that mountain,” he said. “We need an e-bike.”

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