L’s bike seat needed some adjustment. She was eager to help.
“Hand me that,” I could ask, and she would, occasionally. More often, I was asking her to take this instead of that, asking her to bring this back, calling her name out several times in rapid succession when she was reaching for a nut or bolt I’d be needing shortly.
Required: a seat adjustment.
Reason: it’s obvious, isn’t it? She’s grown significantly since the last time she pedaled around. I raised the seat about two inches.
An initial fitting showed that a raised seat wouldn’t suffice. I slide the saddle back as far as it would go.
Result: a happy little girl.
Yet another image that hints at a five-year-old L.