trike-a-bike!

For those of you who don't know, Griff and I met on the street when we were both bicycle messengers in San Francisco. My word it was such a long time ago. 8 years?
So, naturally, we both cannot wait until she gets on a bicycle.
The tricycle is a good start. She loves it. She pushes around in the house, rolls backwards, gets pissed if she can't get out of a dead-end, or gets REALLY pissed if you try to help her.


She is already a freakin' pro. And she means business, asshole. Don't mess with her.