Daiwa Cycles is very colorful:
We threatened to buy my son a pink bicycle if he didn't behave:
We also looked at some mamacharis (mama chariot) for my wife. These are ubiquitous here in Japan and are frequently rigged to carry one kid on the rear and one kid on the front:
However, Mrs. Otaku had a fit of bike snobbery after looking at some of the local goods and made me commit to shipping over her 1985 Trek 720 when I return to the U.S.
For my son, we eventually settled on a Bridgestone that is decidedly post-Petersen:
A bit of orientation from the helpful staff at Daiwa Cycles - generally, Japanese retail service is so much better than in the U.S. as to be almost from a different planet:
When you are a 6 year old boy, there are few things that are as fun and happy as a new bicycle.
