ChezCheese:)
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- Region
- USA
- City
- Kitsap Co, WA
No, not electric. I mean my very first bike, which I got on my 6th or 7th birthday... My sister taught me how to ride on her bike, which was way too big for me - - I couldn't really sit on the seat and reach the pedals properly. We didn't have training wheels, and we didn't have paved roads, just dirt roads with corrugated ruts. When I crashed, I'd go flying 
. But pretty soon, I got it: I could ride a bike!
And so my birthday came along, and my father took me to town and surprised me by walking into the bike shop. My father wasn't a very kind father. He wasn't the kind of father you could ask anything of. "Seen and not heard" was the way it was. I'm sure a lot of you remember those days. But the afternoon, as he walked me past the line of shiny new Schwinns, he asked, which one would you choose? I shyly touched a turquoise blue one. He turned over the tag, and to my amazement, it had my name on it! My jaw dropped. Coulda knocked me over with a feather!
Remember the feeling of freedom you got from riding your very own first bike? I get that same freedom riding my new electric bike now, 55 years later.
What was your first bike?
. But pretty soon, I got it: I could ride a bike! And so my birthday came along, and my father took me to town and surprised me by walking into the bike shop. My father wasn't a very kind father. He wasn't the kind of father you could ask anything of. "Seen and not heard" was the way it was. I'm sure a lot of you remember those days. But the afternoon, as he walked me past the line of shiny new Schwinns, he asked, which one would you choose? I shyly touched a turquoise blue one. He turned over the tag, and to my amazement, it had my name on it! My jaw dropped. Coulda knocked me over with a feather!
Remember the feeling of freedom you got from riding your very own first bike? I get that same freedom riding my new electric bike now, 55 years later.
What was your first bike?
