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If you have kids, you have dirty clothes. Stains—disgusting, untraceable stains—stains that appear as if by magic, stains that appear as you watch, those ice-cream drips falling in super-slow-motion, almost as if you could stop them. Stains on their clothes, on your clothes, on stainless-steel countertops. (Whuh?) Stains from food, from dirt, from grass, from [...]

Since this has proven, in large measure, to be Nathan Bike Week at DadWagon (see here and here), I felt compelled by guilt and puerile competitiveness to chime in. I haven’t been to Amsterdam in many years, and I was too fogged in (make of that what you will) to ride a bike. But I [...]

I’ve written recently about the sweet, sticky smell of peace around Amsterdam (now that they are wholly post-empire). But I should say that Amsterdam has other outstanding qualities, one of which involves their ever-astonishing modes of transport. Let’s start with the fact that there are two types of motorbike licenses: blue and yellow. The blue [...]

Listen, I grew up riding my bike in NYC and back then (we’re talking the 70s and 80s, you whippersnappers) we didn’t have friggin’ bike lanes. We rolled the dice and took our damn chances. Beyond a broken thumb and a few dented car doors along the way, I never had a serious problem. It [...]