Urban Arrowing and then Disaster

You might as well just call us Copenhageners. We are now officially a cargo bike family. It is pretty rad. It was the heady days of Summer 2020 and though we were still right in the thick of the Covid-19 pandemic we were doing our darndest to adapt to the New Normal and it was high time that we upgraded our family transportation options. Despite my long-standing proponent nature toward the virtues of public transit, powers beyond our control had obviously pushed that option further down the list of things one has any desire to participate in due to not wanting to die and/or spread disease. With two small children instead of just one we found ourselves landlocked so to speak and somewhat sequestered to a more-or-less 5 km radius surrounding our abode if we wanted all to participate in any kind of outing. One option would have been the ever-dependable automobile. I looked at prices for the quite handsome Porsche Panamera, however, and -- because if I'm going to buy a car that is the car I'm going to buy -- moved on to the next option on the list. And that option was a family cargo bike. Not just any cargo bike, of course. The Porsche Panamera of cargo bikes: the Urban Arrow Family.

Yes, it's a beautiful transportation machine. It's as good as it gets for a Copenhagener, IMO. And we were embracing the Dutch Life wholeheartedly. We dove in with both feet (or whatever you say). We went to the Isar, we headed towards the mountains, we were embracing life. And then, Heinrich took a giant bite out of the side of the bucket, and we came crashing back down to Earth.