What is the story of your first bicycle?

After learning to ride a motorcycle, I shared a bike for several years with neighbors, friends, and relatives. We live in a steep hillside, and my parents are a bit worried about a serious "crash".

When I was 7 - 8 years old in the early summer (a dark memory) my father took me to a local bicycle shop and saw all kinds of bicycles. Schwinns is the most popular brand in the US, but because it is too expensive, I bought a red Rollfast ("Big Boy" bike!) At the edge of 26 inches for $ 50. It was a lot of money for us (early 1960's), so I was very impressed by how much money my father used and I brought back the cold red with white decoration. bicycle

That bicycle took me to the world ("The World" is a community where I spread to the edge of the world at a school 5 miles away). As others said, this bicycle offers hours of adventure and a great sense of freedom. I took the bicycle to school. I went to some parks, my friends played, playing, just hanging around

Before the "Stingrays" boom at Schwinn, long before the invention of mountain bikes and BMX bikes, the bike got a good motorbike before the boom of a multi-speed bicycle ("British racer") understood. We did everything the mountain bike and the BMX motorcycle do now, but we did it on "ordinary" motorcycles. The first mountain bike was a 26-inch wheeled bicycle similar to the slightly improved Schwinn Typhoons.

We made abandoned wooden slopes and jumped over the leaves of the big mountains we picked up in the fall - more generally - we were in the forest above the hill near my house. We lived in the mountains with hundreds of games, blew away a lot of tires and slid to the bottom. The tire can know how many we have experienced tires and pipes. (The stage ended when my father saw us doing this on his holiday The cash flow from the tires and pipes dried up that day.

I took a bicycle, but began to crumble in a few years. One of the signs showed that it is likely to die, while on a red bike that had been declining through a room for a junior high school girl I liked. When we walked to the door of her house, me and my friend were on the street in the street and pulled the wheels. In one such stunt show, the right side of my handlebar was broken on the handlebars. Of course, I fell down and was very humiliating, having had a few miles on my side beside the house with just one handlebar.

Over the next few years the motorcycle will be converted to custom parts for some "skill" bikes, and in the end most parts will be disassembled to remodel other bicycles and devices and the frame rusted in several places.

Before learning how to ride a bicycle, your grandfather showed you a blackboard. He gives you a lot of books on bicycle anatomy, how the wind will affect the movement of the wheel, the correct ride position, and the general mechanical problems of the bicycle. Then he will give you the first lesson: You are the origin of the word bicycle. Finally, at the end of the meeting you need to write 100 words articles on the importance of the bicycle. Your first exam is the end of the year. Next year, you will apply physics in the context of a bicycle. Your parents are proud of you. After the last exam, your grandfather showed you a bicycle proudly to you after the intense caffeine and the long night of Instagram. You can finally get on. You are admitted to be sitting on a bicycle

I am riding a bicycle for you. You ride a bicycle for me. I have a small red wine glass on my head, but I am focusing on cycling. You ride your bicycle, pant panting, whistling with vibrato, start to shake your eyebrows toward me. I completely lost the breath of my bicycle and started to laugh. We pass each other by bicycle, and each ride is completely different. When commuting in the morning, I quietly walked at low speed, and the wind and rain started moving fast. After a narrow alley, it sounds like a large truck is approaching at high speed, but only wind and rain are torn in trees. Crows ride the wind like seagulls. I saw that cyclists who are blowing in slow motion with the wind might be five others (decreasing from the usual 20 to 30 years old). Because we were blowing like a drunkard, I almost hit a pedestrian through the Hawthorne bridge.