finally the day has come: our oldest has finally received his very own stroller. his siblings have outgrown the cool huge troop mover, and always going on the enormobile as a single pilot gets lonely in a hurry. besides, benGee requires a little extra orthopedic care and a somewhat bigger trick box in order to close the gap to the minimally younger rowdies. and to always disassemble the serial stroller to drag it into the bus is slowly becoming a hassle, too. so, an adequate replacement was the order of the day. this day. a friendly expert delivered and adjusted and explained a supercalifragilistiexpialigoric convertible, a convertible that truly deserves the name, that even puts the name in a whole new ballgame, for it converts into all kinds of things... the 28.416.392.638 ways of adjustments make it a topless sportscar with a rainshade, which feels at home in the snow as well as in the mud or downtown city, which grows with the child and tilts to rock him into sleep and at the end of its immediate use is not only materially recycled but even collected by the health insurance and thrown into recirculation to help another child. a mere driver swap, so to speak... and with that phat load of pretty finish, solid engineering design and conscience-calming sustainability the passenger-pilot has but not other choice than smiling like our biggest in the photo above. and if the two "little ones" ask nicely enough, maybe he lets them ride the sibling board that trails behind the convertible. surely the 1 hbp engine (1 human being power) is up for the job. :) well then, benGee, keep the rubber side down, as willie G. always said, and hope that white stuff there on the ground will be gone soon, so it doesn't put a dent in the curve of your "fahrvergnugen"... :)