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.