On day two of being sick, whatever I have has decided to manifest in a headache that makes it super painful to look at computer screens. I hope to get Seattle Bike Blog back up to full steam tomorrow.
But for now, enjoy this photo of me on my first bike (posted to Flickr recently by my mother). The rear tire still has tread, so this must be right after I got it. For the first couple years of riding, I thought the whole point of a bike was to see how long of a skidmark you could leave at the bottom of the hill. It was rare that I had a rear tire that wasn’t threadbare.
Riding a bike was just for fun, though. I would get a ride to and from school in the neighborhood carpool. Then, the second I got home, I would hop on my bike and go back to school to play on the playground. I even walked to school a bunch of times. Why didn’t I just bike to school? I don’t think it ever occurred to me that it was an option.
What memories do you have of your first bike?