My stroller, my savior

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 17:19:00 +0000

I never thought I could feel this way. I always mocked stroller-obsessed yuppies. I sneered at those Bugaboo-pushing, more-money-than-sense-possessing, a-baby-is-this-year's-version-of-the-Fendi-baguette-bag zombies. But today I love my Phil & Ted e3 Buggy with a white-hot Banderas-like flame.

I presume you do not know the Phil & Ted, as it is new to our fair shores. Allow me to introduce you: Phil and Ted are a father-son engineering team from New Zealand, and their stroller kicks all kinds of stroller ass. Basically it's a double-decker -- with one kid riding under the other. But it's barely bigger than a single stroller, incredibly light and easy to maneuver. You can actually navigate the thing through store aisles, fit through doors, and avoid screw-you-breeder glares from other people on the sidewalk.

In the city, life changes radically when you move from a single to a double stroller. One kid's an accessory -- you and your partner are still you, but with a cute plus-one wearing a CBGBs onesie. But two kids, fuggedaboudit. You're parents. It's a lot harder to pretend you're still the you who went to Burning Man.

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My stroller, my savior