In fair Brooklyn where we lay our scene,
From mid-nineties grudge break to new mutiny.
and so on and so forth, you know the rest.
Bloods and Crips. Sharks and Jets. Hell's Angels and, um, another equally big, scary biker gang. LikeaBike and PedoBike.
Apparently, while we naive Americans slumbered in ignorance, assuming that the LikeABike [above, right]was the only pedal-less cruising bike for kids made the old-fashioned way, in the Old Country, of fine hardwoods, German grandparents were sending other makes of wooden bikes to their kinden in the Neue World, specifically Brooklyn.
And those kinden were putting their kinden on said bikes, getting all sorts of favorable reactions, and then signing up to import them from Germany to sell at a slightly lower price than Likeabike's.
The PedoBike [above, left] is made by Holz-Hoerz, a wooden educational toys and equipment company, who bills it as "the ORIGINAL of all wooden walking bikes for children," dating all the way back to 1892. Or 1992, but whatever, since they both have roots in the earliest bike designs around, from the early 19th Century. [Or at least that's what LikeaBike claims. Hmmm....]
The PedoBike is "the only vehicle of its kind," while the LikeaBike bills itself as "unique." Obviously, neither are either. Their products, their Brooklyn roots, and even their founding myths are remarkably similar. I just hope volks on both sides will put down the rhetoric before someone gets hurt.
Maybe if we all learn to appreciate each pushbike's unique properties--the LikeaBike is rather more streamlined and pared down, while the PedoBike has a whole raft of optional accessories, including a basket, a personalized nameplate, ski attachments [!] a bottle/bottleholder [!!]--we can prevent Park Slope from descending into wooden bike gang warfare.
And then perhaps someday, the scions of these two rival clans, young Josef von LikeaBike and Julian von PedoBike, will meet at German Club and become fast, inseparable friends. Or maybe they'll challenge each other to a bike-off to the death, and it ends horribly for all involved. Either way, pull up a chair, this oughta be good.