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I built this little balance bike for my daughter. It started as a project to practice my fillet brazing, but soon became something into which I poured a lot of effort. Yes, I'm aware of how silly this little bike is. But, unlike a plastic, seemingly-disposable name-brand strider bike, Mathilda will—hopefully—keep this object indefinitely. Someday she'll appreciate it for what it is; I tell myself that the time I spent making this thing for her was a down payment on a few future conversations. That sounds good to me, at least. If nothing else, she'll remember her first bike and the person who made it for her.