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May. 25th, 2008 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckA couple of weeks ago, Scott signed up for one of those trip to Disneyworld contests while he and Delia were out shopping. We didn't win that, but we did win a child's bike. The catch was that we had to listen to a sales pitch for fire safety equipment to get it. Scott and I considered the cost of a kid's bike and decided that we could spare a couple of hours to get one.
The bike is, unfortunately, a Bratz bike. We peeled off the decals, but the seat, handlebar pad and handlebar bag all have the name on them. (We tried to lose the bag and water bottle, but Delia found them almost immediately.) If we can get rid of the rest of the branding, I think it'll be a good bike for Delia. Fortunately, she has no idea who/what 'Bratz' are. This bike is sixteen inches and replaces her old twelve inch. Both bikes have built in training wheels. This one has both a hand brake and a pedal brake. Scott's gotten it assembled properly. All that's left is inflating the tires and letting Delia ride.
The bike sat in its box in the living room for a couple of days. Delia wanted to open it immediately because she wanted to know what was in it. I thought she might figure it out by reading the box, but she figured it out by peeking through a hole in the box and seeing a wheel. She's utterly thrilled and considers the bike an additional birthday present (which it kind of is).
The salesman is very personable. He's a fireman as well with this as his second job. Part of the sales pitch involved showing us a DVD about home fires and having us do a short quiz on fire statistics. Both are scary and left me with extra fire anxiety for days (as I'm sure they're meant to do since that makes people more likely to buy. It's just worse for me given the pre-existing anxiety troubles).
The difficulty in selling me fire safety equipment is that I've always believed that, if our house catches fire in the middle of the night, we'll all die. During the day, we'd probably get out fine but not at night. I don't know if any equipment would help that. Scott's more inclined to buy equipment, and he's right that we ought at least to have fire extinguishers. I can also believe that ionization smoke alarms don't have a very long useful life.
I'm going to leave most of the decision up to Scott. He's got a better feel for whether the information offered about the materials and techniques used to build this equipment is potentially accurate and whether the differences from the standard equipment mean anything useful in reality. I was impressed, though, that the salesman pinpointed the study as a potential fire trouble spot. That matched my opinion of the room. It's full of dust, active computer equipment and paper. Scott didn't like hearing that one, and realistically, there's not much we can do to clear it up while keeping our computer access.
The bike is, unfortunately, a Bratz bike. We peeled off the decals, but the seat, handlebar pad and handlebar bag all have the name on them. (We tried to lose the bag and water bottle, but Delia found them almost immediately.) If we can get rid of the rest of the branding, I think it'll be a good bike for Delia. Fortunately, she has no idea who/what 'Bratz' are. This bike is sixteen inches and replaces her old twelve inch. Both bikes have built in training wheels. This one has both a hand brake and a pedal brake. Scott's gotten it assembled properly. All that's left is inflating the tires and letting Delia ride.
The bike sat in its box in the living room for a couple of days. Delia wanted to open it immediately because she wanted to know what was in it. I thought she might figure it out by reading the box, but she figured it out by peeking through a hole in the box and seeing a wheel. She's utterly thrilled and considers the bike an additional birthday present (which it kind of is).
The salesman is very personable. He's a fireman as well with this as his second job. Part of the sales pitch involved showing us a DVD about home fires and having us do a short quiz on fire statistics. Both are scary and left me with extra fire anxiety for days (as I'm sure they're meant to do since that makes people more likely to buy. It's just worse for me given the pre-existing anxiety troubles).
The difficulty in selling me fire safety equipment is that I've always believed that, if our house catches fire in the middle of the night, we'll all die. During the day, we'd probably get out fine but not at night. I don't know if any equipment would help that. Scott's more inclined to buy equipment, and he's right that we ought at least to have fire extinguishers. I can also believe that ionization smoke alarms don't have a very long useful life.
I'm going to leave most of the decision up to Scott. He's got a better feel for whether the information offered about the materials and techniques used to build this equipment is potentially accurate and whether the differences from the standard equipment mean anything useful in reality. I was impressed, though, that the salesman pinpointed the study as a potential fire trouble spot. That matched my opinion of the room. It's full of dust, active computer equipment and paper. Scott didn't like hearing that one, and realistically, there's not much we can do to clear it up while keeping our computer access.
