Ten days after the deadline for the contest to win a new PUBLIC Bike, the results are in and I’m flabbergasted that I didn’t win. I guess it’s a good thing because I really don’t need another city bike; I shouldn’t be greedy. But my 200-word-or-less entry for a 90-minute local ride was super-awesome. Here it is:

The copilots on our tour of Seattle will be my one- and three-year-old sons, in their Bobike mini and maxi bike seats, so be prepared to hear “Wow, you’ve really got your hands full!” many times and enjoy a route designed to include trains and boats.

We’ll meet at the sundial in historic Gas Works Park and start our day by taking perspective shots of each other squishing the Space Needle. Then we’ll ride west along the Burke Gilman Trail to my favorite bike shop (and your test ride partner), Dutch Bike Co where we’ll grab coffee and snacks.

Next we’ll head through the Hiram M. Chittenden Locks. It’s a bit of a pain because we’ll have to walk our bikes, but while doing so we’ll get to watch ships pass through and probably see a few jumping salmon, too.

We’ll cycle south, flanking the train tracks (trains!) to the gorgeous Elliott Bay Trail, which will take us along the scenic Seattle Waterfront. We’ll catch the King County Water Taxi at Pier 50 and head over to West Seattle. In West Seattle we’ll ride west along the beach to Alki for a relaxing beer at the beach.

It’s probably the last year I can dictate Halloween costumes, so this year Brandt was a sharrow. He got a few “What are you?”s, but for the most part it was smiles and thumbs ups. He escorted a family with an iBert baby seat across a street, but was otherwise a passive traffic marking. I noticed the covered bike rack at the Wallingford QFC has been moved from underneath the overhang, but that was the only bummer moment of the night.

I attempted to ride up 50th for the first time since it kicked my butt a year and a half ago. I made it up that time, but just barely. Today it was windy out so I was tired before I even got to the hill. I gave up just before the tunnel under Aurora and pushed the bike a block. I haven’t decided yet if this beats cycling twenty blocks out of the way for the mildest hill. I should probably time both routes so I can better compare them…but that would mean having to tackle the hill again.

Anyhow, we went to the Woodland Park Zoo and I discovered a ton of covered bike parking at the new West entrance. It’s great to have covered parking, but it’s still a bit of a walk from the entrance to the indoor Zoomazium play area so I’m not sure this will be a recurring rainy-day activity. I am tempted to see if I can bungee my little trailer stroller (umbrella stroller that fits in the Burley) into one of my baskets. That would definitely help matters.

At the Phinney Neighborhood Center, I couldn’t squeeze the bike into my secret dry spot so protected our seats with classy plastic bags and locked it up outside. I think I need to find some prettier–or at least matching–bags. I could even use this as an excuse to go shopping.

I noticed cracks along the top of Brandt’s helmet the other day and decided it was time for a new one. As luck would have it, REI is having a sale on Nutcase Helmets “Little Nutty” kid helmets. Only the eight ball design were on sale, but there’s nothing better than basic black for coordinating with a Celeste Green bike. I got one for each boy even though Baby Rijder is a teeny bit too small for his.

We almost didn’t make it out today because the garage wouldn’t open more than two feet. But I was tough and laid the bike down and lugged it out. Unfortunately the boys used that extra waiting-around time to drag their pretty new helmets around on the ground so they’re already out of pristine condition. But we finally made it down to Lake Union Park for the floating farmers market.

On the way back up Stone a station wagon pulled up along side me and the woman driving said, “You must be Scandinavian!” happily. I think I burst her bubble when I said, “My mother was Dutch.” But she kept smiling and said they were a Danish family.

Helmet-wise, Baby Rijder wore a cap underneath on the way down, but pulled it forward on his head. So on the way back up I put it over his hood, but he was able to pull that backwards. He’s got a hat that fastens on tightly so that’ll be the ticket.

I’m not sure if I didn’t notice this on previous visits or if it’s brand new, but there’s a covered bike rack at Lake Union Park! Either way, it’s fairly new. It’s on the SW corner of the park a.k.a. closest corner to the Space Needle for my fellow directionally-challenged friends.

Nothing extraordinarily interesting on the ride, though someone shouted “Happy Wednesday!” at us. I haven’t decided yet if that means more than just “have a nice day.” Maybe there’s some Seattle Wednesday phenomenon I’m not aware of. I have decided that I like riding home during rush hour. All those extra cars on the road all but guarantee I’ll miss one or both lights on my way up Stone. Also, it’s much easier riding up Stone when I’m just coming home from South Lake Union and not coming all the way from Kenmore.

Feeling wimpy for not attempting the whole Tour de Flannel, I decided to ride into new territory, past Magnuson Park. I chose Log Boom Park, the northernmost point along the Burke-Gilman and 14.5 miles from home. Google Maps said it would take 1:16 so I’m proud of myself for coming remotely close with 1:33. Plus that included two brief stops: one to grab new kid snacks from the “trunk” and two to double check my iPhone map to make sure I hadn’t gone too far (ha ha, we weren’t even close at that point). I keep thinking I’ve embraced the journey itself, but I find myself caring about how fast I’m getting there.

The ride was great and the path is beautiful past Matthews Beach Park. I was the only one to appreciate it, though, since the baby fell asleep and the toddler had his nose buried in a book. I appreciated the quiet, too.

At the park, a mother and her grown daughter admired my bike setup. She was hardcore and rode everywhere when her daughter was little, from trailer to rear seat to trail-a-bike and didn’t own a car until the daughter entered high school. I told her I’ve been thinking about biking everywhere, but haven’t wrapped my head around grocery shopping yet. She suggested hooking up the trailer (which we actually thought of last night when I was lamenting not being able to Xtracycle the Milano and not being ready for a different bike) or taking a taxi. I can only imagine the nightmare putting two carseats into a taxi, so the trailer it is! Or perhaps it’s time to enroll in Amazon Fresh like everyone else and avoid the whole issue.