

She’s all pink and white and chrome and waiting for a princess to pedal off in her.
Just like the originals, our pink estate wagon pedal car is made of heavy gauge steel and is ready for hours of play.
Ranch Wagons, or Estate Wagons, were the mini-vans of their time. The classic sad-face front grill will lead to many happy hours.
Standard features include chrome-trimmed windshield, chrome hood ornament, chrome steering wheel and chrome hub caps and the pink estate wagon comes with adjustable pedals.
The envy of the neighbourhood!

Rubber tires, glistening paint, these tractors will bring back fond memories of childhood and life on the farm.
Pedal tractors are a “keeper” and with their heavy duty die cast metal construction (as well they come in plastic), can be passed down to the next generation….or brother or sister.
A pedal tractor fosters the child’s helpful instincts even further. By instilling early responsibility, parents lend their children a sense of accomplishment.
The tractor, just like the Peg-Perego “Cub Cadet” Tractor, is a fun way to get some exercise, and it encourages kids to appreciate the outdoors even more.

Like all kids my age, I grew up rushing home from school to watch programs like “Razzle Dazzle” on TV. These shows had ads for all the latest toys, like the Slinky or Etch-a-Sketch or Silly Putty.
And of course, the Playmobile. It was a tiny car with a real engine, and in the ad the kids were chasing one another down the street in it. I wanted this car more than anything I ever wanted in my life. I began dropping hints for Christmas.
I might as well have dropped hints that I wanted a solid gold bicycle, for all my parents would or could do. Six kids on a military salary. Get used to disappointment.
I promised myself that when I had kids, I would get them a Playmobile. But of course, I had to go have girls. And my girls couldn’t have been less interested in driving around in a toy car. Which was fine, because they weren’t making them any more.
So when my daughter presented me with a grandson, I saw my chance to load this kid up with all the toys I wanted as a kid but couldn’t have. A friend of my wife’s showed us a motorcycle his son has out-grown and he was willing to sell.
Now the little guy tools around on this pretend Mini Moto ATV Sport motorcycle, and I swear the grin on his face is so wide it’s a wonder the top of his head doesn’t come off. And tooling around is what he was doing the other day when I left him in the care of his Mom and my wife and set off to mow the lawn.
I have a fairly big lot, so I bought myself a ride-on mower a few years back. I was zipping around cutting the grass, headphones on, music blaring, when I caught sight of my grandson on his motorcycle.
We locked eyes. I grinned evilly. He grinned back. I dropped my mower down to second gear, let out the clutch and the chase was on.
In second gear, my mower precisely matches the speed of his motorcycle. So I set off in a slow speed pursuit of the little guy, and he was as insanely delighted as a kid could be.
And so was I. What nobody else could hear was that my music player had switched tunes and the random selection was “Live and Let Die”. Perfect chase music. We rolled over hill and dale - well, OK, around the yard, with him zigging and sagging to get away and me, always just a few meters behind.
It went on for quite a while, until finally he was looking back at me, grinning and managed to run his motorcycle into a patch of raspberry bushes. Like most boys’ games, it ended in tears. But it sure was fun while it lasted.
Finally, almost half a century later, I got my car chase. And yes, I loved it. I loved it because for those brief, wonderful moments, I was a boy again.
A big boy, sure. But a boy, just the same.

I’ll admit it: I’m a boy. A big boy, sure. But a boy just the same.
My daughter came over the other day with my grandson in tow. It was a reasonably warm, sunny spring day, and the moment the little guy burst out of the car he wanted to play.
Fortunately, we have the technology for that. He ran to the garage where we park his motorcycle.
Now, understand, it isn’t a real motorcycle. We have a family ban on motorcycles. My mother put the ban in place, and it remains to this day. None of her six children, nor any of her children’s children has ever, to my knowledge, ridden on a motorcycle. Mom felt like she had quite enough to worry about, thanks.
I was equally rigid in enforcing the same ban on my girls, so it was with some degree of bemusement that my daughter came over one day with her 2 year old son to find that Grandpa had bought him a Little Chopper ride on toy motorcycle.
Well, a motorcycle-ish type of toy. The motorcycle is powered by a 6 volt battery and if he puts the pedal to the metal, he can roar around the yard at speeds approaching 2 miles a week. Which he is allowed to do, providing he wears a helmet and keeps to the grass.
The first time he clambered on board this thing, I felt a rush of envy.

The Mini Motos Car Bug pedal car is such a jewel to ride in.
The Mini Motos Car Bug comes with a remote control. The Car Bug can be driven as a normal ride-on or simply flip the switch and you as a parent take over with the hand held remote.
The Mini Motos Car Bug remote works up to 50M (164 ft).
When your little tyke tries to show you how fast they can go, while enjoying the cool music the car bug plays or tooting their horn, the car will stop if driven out of range.
Cool ride!