Kate and I were looking through family albums yesterday. I’m particularly fond of the two pictures at left, probably taken at roughly the same time — In the picture above, I’m, uh… four? Which would make Kate two years old in the picture below.

Anyhow, her big wheel completely outclassed mine. She looks like she knows what she’s doing, too: while the limit of my technical expertise extended to taking my feet off the pedals while rolling downhill, Kate appears to be gapping the plugs on a race-prepped Triumph.