As we came around the front of the building, I saw that we weren't the only ones who rode. There was also a charming Raleigh Spite locked up to a sign.
And what's this on the other side? A small bike...
Well, we went in and had breakfast, and as we were leaving we met the owner of the Sprite and his son. What I thought was a trail-a-bike was actually just a coupling tube that linked the two bikes together. Dad still had pretty much full control of where son went, but the son had more freedom than on a single wheel trail-a-bike. It was pretty cool.
Another bike commuter in the making!
