#ride on cars

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The Best Electric Ride-On Cars for Kids: Our Top Picks

In an age where playtime is increasingly intertwined with technology, electric ride-on cars have emerged as a favorite among children and parents alike. These cars offer more than mere entertainment; they provide a unique way for kids to explore their surroundings, develop motor skills, and foster a sense of independence. With a plethora of options in the market, it can be challenging for parents to choose the best ride-on cars that suits their child's preferences and needs. This article aims to highlight some of the best electric ride-on cars available, focusing on quality, safety, and fun.

Understanding Ride-On Cars

Ride-on cars are battery-powered vehicles designed for children, typically ranging from toddlers to early teens. These cars come in various designs, including replicas of real-life vehicles, which excite the imagination of young drivers. Most ride-on cars are equipped with features like working headlights, sound systems, and remote controls, allowing parents to supervise and control the car's movement. Safety is paramount, and reputable brands ensure that their products meet rigorous safety standards, providing peace of mind for parents.

When selecting a ride-on car, several factors must be considered, including the age of the child, the car's weight capacity, and the type of terrain it can handle. Additionally, some ride-on cars come equipped with added features, such as adjustable speeds and parental remote controls, making them suitable for younger children.

Top Picks for Electric Ride-On Cars

Among the plethora of options available, certain models stand out due to their design, performance, and safety features. Simple Deals offers an impressive range of ride-on cars, ensuring that every child finds their ideal vehicle.

One standout option is the Kids Ride-On Car Jeep 12V Electric Remote Control. This car combines rugged aesthetics with practical functionality. It features an adjustable seatbelt for safety, and the remote control allows parents to steer when necessary. Designed with a sleek look, this ride-on car is perfect for adventurous kids who want to emulate their favorite off-road vehicles. Its robust construction ensures durability, making it a wise investment for families.

Another fantastic choice is the Kids Ride-On Car Audi Licensed Ttrs Toy Cars Remote 12V Battery. This model offers an authentic driving experience, complete with the iconic Audi styling. It comes with a rechargeable battery, ensuring hours of playtime. Equipped with a remote control, parents can take charge if their little ones need assistance. This car is perfect for kids who dream of driving luxury vehicles, providing them with a taste of the high life while ensuring their safety.

For those looking for versatility, the Kids Electric Ride On Car Off Road Jeep Remote 12V Blue/Red is an excellent pick. This ride-on car is designed for various terrains, making it suitable for both indoor and outdoor adventures. Its sturdy build and powerful motor allow it to tackle grass, gravel, and more without compromising performance. The remote control feature adds an extra layer of safety, enabling parents to control the car's movements when necessary. This model embodies fun and practicality, making it a favorite among children and parents alike.

The Rigo Kids Electric Ride On Car Bulldozer Digger Loader Remote 6V Red is another captivating option for children who love construction vehicles. This ride-on car is modeled after a real bulldozer and comes with realistic features like working lights and sounds, captivating young imaginations. It’s designed with safety in mind, featuring an adjustable seatbelt and a sturdy frame. The ability to control the car remotely is particularly appealing for younger children who are still mastering their driving skills.

Safety Features to Consider

When it comes to ride-on cars, safety should always be a top priority. Parents must look for cars that adhere to safety standards and come equipped with essential safety features. Many modern ride-on cars feature adjustable seatbelts, parental remote control options, and sturdy construction to withstand rough play. Additionally, cars with lower maximum speeds are ideal for younger children, providing a safer driving experience.

It is also essential to consider the weight capacity of the ride-on car. Parents should ensure that the chosen model can accommodate their child comfortably, allowing for safe and enjoyable play. Furthermore, opting for cars with non-slip tires can enhance stability and control, particularly on uneven surfaces.

Conclusion

In conclusion, electric ride-on cars offer children an exciting and engaging way to explore their environment while developing essential skills. From the rugged Kids Ride-On Car Jeep to the luxurious Audi Licensed Ttrs, there are numerous options available to cater to various preferences and budgets. Safety features, such as adjustable seatbelts and parental remote controls, ensure that children can enjoy their ride-on cars without compromising their safety. Simple Deals provides an extensive selection of ride-on cars, allowing parents to make informed choices while ensuring their children have a blast. Investing in a quality ride-on car not only guarantees hours of entertainment but also fosters a sense of independence and adventure in young drivers.

[catwouthats]

Wade: *giggling over the fact Logan uses pet names for him*

Logan: Holy shit, I need to find out this guy’s name. I can’t keep calling him Bub….

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF 2 movie predictions,,

[artintoysseo]

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[souporsaladnatural]

hey listen man, all im saying is that dean said to cas one, bert and ernie are gay, and two, you are not going to die a virgin, and then simply walked off with no further explanation. and cas followed him. and then, one car ride later, cas expressed surprise at dean having brought him to a brothel. that is not what he thought was happening

[marsoid]

Possessed cars can say whatever they want actually (inspired by this post lol) | 🔥 webcomic

[pangur-and-grim]

I left the animals behind this weekend (except Belphie, bc he needs meds every 12 hours), and I'm going through withdrawal

[zephyrchama]

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” You hesitated to even stand on the rocky shore.

“Whaat? C’mon! Humans love swimming!” Mammon was not going to give up after driving you all the way out here. He tugged on your wrist, hoping you would follow. “Try it!”

“I’m good. I think I’ll stay here. Mammon, go have fun and I’ll watch.” You didn’t even want to sit down. It was enough to stand in place and watch the lake.

“What’s a matter with it, huh?”

“It’s too hot,” Satan stated matter-of-factly.

“Butt out! Nobody asked you.” Mammon kicked a cloud of gravel and stones towards his smart alecky brother, who just shrugged. “Why’d you even tag along anyway?”

A vein above Satan's eye twitched. “You came into my room, interrupted us, and dragged them away. Of course I was going to follow.”

Mammon dismissed Satan with a wave of his hand and shifted his focus back to you. “So the temperature, that's really it? Don’ worry, you’ll get used to it in no time!”

“It is too hot, yeah. I’ll die,” you responded.

“Quit bein’ dramatic.”

“Mammon. I’ll die.”

The lake was gorgeous, with views like you had never seen before. Truly breathtaking scenery that you never dreamed of witnessing in person. Shame that it was a lake of magma.

“Just dip your toes in. Do somethin’ fun.”

The message clearly wasn’t getting through. You exchanged glances with a sympathetic Satan while Mammon took charge, splashing into the lake with exaggerated fervor. “Woo! Yeah, this is it! You two, get over here!”

Satan took a few steps forward and let the slow-moving waves ooze over his toes.

You were content to stand your ground. Heat seeped through the bottom of your shoes. While things were shallow at the shore, this volcano was pretty tall and you were all rather close to its peak. The magma in this crater must go down deep.

“How is your swimsuit okay?” you suddenly called out over the bubbling gases.

Mammon managed to hear you from some distance away. He stopped splashing around and began floating on his back. “Whaddya mean?”

You gestured at his shorts. “Wouldn’t those burn up?”

Mammon gazed at the clouds and let the lava push him back towards shore.

Satan was able to provide a satisfactory explanation. “They’re imbued with our magic. If we took them off and threw them in, the residual magic would first burn up over several minutes and then the fabric would catch fire. Want to see?”

You considered it. This science experiment sounded better than swimming in a billion-degree sea, but then somebody would be lacking pants for the drive back home. “That’s okay.”

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

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[idontwikeit]

First time in New Orleans?

No.

[incinerated-vestiges]

target destroyed.

[artintoysseo]

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[gfguren]

pro hero!bakugou x fem!reader | fluff, suggestive, husband!katsuki, katsuki implied as being taller than reader, implied age (~late 20's, early 30s~), light-hearted bickering, an excuse to write more domestic!kats, 1.8k | cw: cursing, suggestive

-your husband comes home late, soaking wet and a little bit handsy-

Katsuki is late; you hope traffic isn't too bad. Outside your window the sky is overcast, steely shades of grey over a slate canvas. The roads are dyed an inky charcoal, pooling at the surface where rain drip-drip-pours in endless streams.

You've taken up residence in the foyer, between the linen closet at the end of the hall, and the umbrella Katsuki left by the front door this morning. The very same one you reminded him to take with him at breakfast, and twice again before he left in the evening. If you loved him a little bit less, he might listen to you one day.

But you do—love him—right down to his bad habits and stubborn disposition.

So you wait for him the same way you have for years; perched at the breakfast nook in the corner with a warm cup of tea and a paperback that's been gathering dust for half-a-year now at least. The bar table is worn at the edges, legs wobble if you lean too far forward—frankly, you should have gotten rid of it years ago—but it was the first belonging that wasn't yours, or Katsuki's, but ours; a piece you thrifted when you were both still twenty-something and broke.

The years have changed a lot—our table, our bed, our house, our life. Your Katsuki.

—His wife.

The band around your finger is white gold; it clinks when you put the mug to your lips. Honey, ginger. Sweet. Rain hits the window and falls; two trails meet at the middle, and stick to each other like glue. Katsuki would laugh if he found you right now, smiling into your tea like a lovestruck fool.

You let the ceramic rest, turn to page thirty-or-something of a book that you totally-intend-to-finish. An hour passes before you hear the telltale rumble of an engine.

You spot his headlights first, misty pools of sunlight spilling onto the pavement when he pulls into the driveway. It's well past midnight now; Katsuki is a shadow against the porchlight, long strides and a hand over his crown. You have half a mind to bring the umbrella to him, but he's quicker, ascends the four steps to the veranda in two big leaps; you barely register the rustle of keys before he's stepping into the house, pooling rainwater at the welcome mat.

He's soaked at the shoulders, a grumble in his throat when he kneels to unlace his shoes—black leather, designer and sharp, same as the suit jacket around his shoulders. Tailored to fit him just right.

Katsuki's always been handsome, even as a hero in training renting hand-me-down suits from the little mom-and-pop shop down the street. But it really strikes you just how beautiful he is when you look at him now, dressed to the nines. All the years of hard work paying off in more ways than one.

You go a little fuzzy when he lifts his head to catch you staring; red eyes kindling the air and making it hard to breathe. He's the spitting image of a number two hero, just returned from a long night at some fancy-pants gala; sometimes you forget that's exactly what he is. Even more dumbfounded that, somehow, he's yours.

"I know," he grumbles, moving his shoes to the cabinet and meticulously hanging his jacket over the chair to dry. He briefly eyes the umbrella. "I f'rgot, kay?"

So have you, suddenly.

There's a pause and—"I didn't say anything."

He meets you at the table, one hand at the surface and the other at the knot of his tie. "Y've got that look."

You tip you chin to glare at him playfully. "And what 'look' is that, Bakugou Katsuki?"

"Like y'r about t'chew me up." He pulls the fabric strip from around his neck in one fell swoop, pops the first button of his dress shirt with his thumb. Your eyes fall for only a moment—barely a second—but Katsuki grins with the self-awareness of a man who's known you half his life. "Or about t'jump my bones, hah?"

He looks entirely impish in his revelation, ego flaring to rest in his cheeks; you have half a mind to nip at them like candy floss, instead you reach for the cuffs of his button-up, tidy the sleeves one fold over the other until the rainwater and well-kept muscles catch at the seams. You feign a sigh when his stare becomes too insistent to ignore, hand falling to rest at the peaks of his knuckles. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah." A spark of firelight flashes in his eyes, deep carmine and coy; teasing him was so much easier a decade ago. "I'd let'cha."

You roll your eyes. "You're so unsexy, y'know that?"

"Hah," he barks with all the disbelief in the world. "What? Want me t'do that dirty talkin' shit instead? Jump y'r bones right here at the table? D'n think she'll hold up, baby."

He lets a fraction of his weight fall against the corner and the old wood immediately cries out, splintering oak and creaking hinges and the real, immediate threat that the poor thing might actually collapse at your feet.

You spring up defensively. "Katsuki!"

A once neatly-folded towel tumbles from your lap to land at your toes. His gaze falls; grin widens.

"Said y're gonna make me 'deal with it' next time I forgot the stinkin' umbrella, didn't'cha?" His fingers pinch the fat of your cheeks teasingly. "Love me that much, hah?" Your eyes narrow, fingers dive with intent for the space beneath his ribcage. He's quicker, wraps five fingers around your wrist and pulls you in with a hand at the back of your neck. He breathes, warm against the top of your head—"Missed y'tonight."

You hum against his chest, damp fabric sticking to your cheeks, flush and warm with surprise. You can count the number of times he's been this blunt with his affection on one hand; at least twice being in the presence of an empty champagne glass, or five. "Did you drink?" He gruffs at that—the only indication that he heard you at all. "Katsuki?"

"Come with me next time."

You tilt your chin, brow creasing. His head dips at the sight of the first wrinkle, the way it always does when he's trying to change the subject, or sweeten you up, or get his way in any way, really—a habit you must have taught him because you let him get away with it every single time. It's probably why he looks so offended when you pull back suddenly with a click of your tongue.

"That's not an answer."

"Not a drop," he finally says—huffs—with an almost boyish scowl.

You find yourself stifling a laugh, hand over mouth, and he glares, even as you step away to rustle through the linen closet. His eyes are red hot, brow downturned, downright grumpy, only cooling to a simmer when you're toe to toe once more, fresh towel in hand and lightly waving him down to your level. His spine bows, head dips until you're massaging the soft cotton through his hair; you would have had to fight him on this once—years ago—before time weathered his sharp edges, doused the wildfire raging in his heart until he became the man he is now—irritable, arrogant, stubborn, still, but willing—to make amends for who he was before, to extend a hand where he's able, to let you offer him one in return.

"Chose this one on purpose, didn't'cha?" Katsuki's voice is lukewarm, a tepid grumble at the back of his throat, an almost purr when you dip your fingertips against his nape.

"No idea what you're talking about."—but you do. The towel in question, he means, is from the left side of the closet, your side, all soft cotton and fluff; the same ones he refuses to use, for those very same reasons. "Said they 'd'n dry a damn thing' but-" you drape the supposed 'overrated, overpriced pile'a'fluff' around his shoulders to ruffle his bangs, more wily than usual, and barely damp. "Would y'look at that?"

He snorts, hand falling to the small of your back. "Don't get smart."

"Or what?" you keen up at him, at the balls of your feet, tip toes and still barely nose to nose; they bump once on accident, and twice on purpose. "Huh?"

Warm, exasperated breath fans across your cheeks. "Tryna start somethin' t'night, are ya?"

You bat your lashes, head tilting and fingers splaying across the 'v' of his neckline. "Me? Start something?" Your grin betrays your facade. "And what if I am?"

He pulls you in at the waist, holds you steady with one, strong arm, warm lips at your jaw and low, deep voice in your ear. "Better be ready t'finish it, then."

His right hand comes to rest at the back of your thigh, teases the skin right where your skirt ends; gooseflesh blooms all the way up your spine and you shiver. "Who's jumping bones now, huh?" you bark—yap, like a scaredy-pup with it's tail between it's legs—bite lost somewhere between the callouses on Katuski's fingertips and the press of his hips against your own.

You straighten your shoulders to get a good look at the ego washing over his face like miles of trumpet vine. All consuming, a force to be reckoned with. And devastatingly pretty.

"That'd be me, pretty lady," he says, all kinds of smug and annoying.

You hold him with your stare for an entire second—two, just so you can get a real good look at his stupid, handsome face—and then you're pulling him in by the collar, wrinkling the shirt he'll spend too much on dry-cleaning tomorrow. Not that he seems to mind when your tongue meets his, honey mingling with the mint on his breath and making his head swim, all but forgotten when a hand comes to rest at your waist, heated fingertips beneath your sweater, licking softly at your skin.

He walks you back 'til your thighs hit the table—(it rocks, precariously); one of your hands fall against the surface, the other to his heart that thump-thump-jumps when thunder rumbles through the house, and stills. You smile, soft against his lips, thumb tracing the precipice of his collarbone until your fingers can curl around his spine. The next kiss against his mouth is featherlight, barely there; you sigh, contentedly—"I love you."

Katsuki goes a little hazy, eyes the color of early Autumn; the blazing summer sun reduced to a tealight candle, flickering in the palms of your hands. "Yeah," he chokes. And you know just what he means.

You kiss him then, once more, a little more playful this time; mischievous and coy with a cheeky, "—even though you're totally unsexy."

"So help me, y/n, I will howitzer this table."