As some of you might have guessed, I like to ride. Before I could ride on two wheels I pushed two wheels. My mom tells me stories of how I'd push my brother's 20"er everywhere. I guess it made me feel like I was riding or something. Tricycles and training wheels weren't my thing either so the first chance I got, I dug into my Dad's toolbox when he was at work and yanked those suckers off the 16" hard plastic wheeled bike I got for Christmas. I learned to ride that very same day. I was 4 and I remember that moment like it was yesterday.Oh I've had a few distractions over the years, a Big Wheel, homemade go-karts with wheels boosted from baby carriages, unicycles, fast cars and
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In the same vein, check this out.
Thanks for the link Tazio. That was a great read. That guy obviously appreciates the finer things in life. CNN did a story on tv just the other day about Harleys in Cuba.
Oh, and thanks for letting me push your bike around back then Tazio.
hahaha
what was it, a Roll Fast? That bike was great--thick steel, shiny red paint job. Quality.
Yes, it was the Rollfast! They were great bikes. In fact, my first real bike I bought, using my first holy communion money, was a Rollfast.
That's another blog entry though. :)
http://thelongride.blogspot.com/2008/04/remember-your-first-bike.html if you missed it.
Bonus points to anyone that can tell me what's wrong with the Screw It picture in this blog entry.
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