1. beneath dwarfs,
2. beneath children,
3. beneath bowler hats,
4. on bikes smuggled into your luggage, or
5. beneath Alex Moultin, who I must say looks smashing.
Beyond that, this madness must stop. You must stop extending your small wheel bike each time you breed. There's actually a law against aborting them after they're born. And please stop riding uphill. Sooner or later you will have to ride down, and have you ever roller skated ahead of a truck? And this business of trying to look like a cyclist with one of these things—why not just blow raspberries, twisting the right grip, and pretend as well that you're riding a Harley? You're embarrassing us, even those of us who may be quite drunk as we grapple with problems that some may find trifling.
"My small wheel bike changed my life [into one great long info-commercial]."
Gatherings, races, mug lairing for photos as though you're still 60: all this must end. And finally, you need not go on justifying your moment of mad spending with the 101 uses we might not have thought of, I don't know, like slicing spam in your spokes, using it as a tent pole, etc.. Sir, it is a scooter with pedals, not the world's greatest gizmo.
I write all this because I miss the comments I used to get from Roberto. I'm lonely you see, and some hate mail from small wheel devotees might just keep me afloat. I refer you to the comments button below :)