By Peter Krupa (Guest Contributor) • September 17, 2019
It’s 8:30 on a weekday morning and I’m writing this from the Metro Red Line. Normally, at this time on a beautiful, 70-degree post-summer morning, I would be riding my Urban Arrow bakfiets cargo bike, motoring along R Street NW with my two dogs and nine-year-old son Oliver in the front cargo box, wind in our hair, barking at strangers, etc. But that’s over now.
