If you offered my kids green eggs and ham on a bike, they would take you up on it. Well, that's just speculation. Based purely on the idea that every time we go anywhere on foot they both beg to go by bike. This is a nightmare. First there's the search for the helmets. Then they coast down our driveway, pedal about a block and decide it's too hard. So I am then forced to pull, push, or drag them the rest of the way. In the case of Mason's trike, I just stand on the back and push it scooter style (I wonder what my neighbors think). It's only gets tricky when I'm pushing Mason's trike and pulling Cooper's bike, too. I'm good people, really good. A little crazy, but good.