On day three of our Central American journey the little man and I were finally able to beg/borrow/steal a baby seat for our bicycles. I can only compare our sudden ability to be mobile to that of a 16 year old finally getting the keys to their parent's minivan.
Yeah, that good.
Once the little guy was firmly in place we posed for a quick picture.
Then we were off.
We rode down to the beach. When we got there the LM refused to exit the seat.
We arrived at our final destination, a deserted shoreline.....all on a bicycle built for two.