My first two wheeler was a classic black and gold bike with a coaster brake that I was thrilled to receive from my cousin, Colleen. It was the dead of winter when we brought it home, and so I was forced to wait for warmer weather before I could try it out.
As kids we spent hours on our bikes. We played gas station and pretended to drive to far off cities on our "motorcycles", or ride the range on our "horses."
That bike was eventually passed down to my sister, and I spent the next few years riding "boys" bikes, with sissy bars and banana seats and gears that I didn't quite know how to use.
When I turned 13 my parents gifted me with my first brand new ride- a pinky-orange ten speed. I hated the color, but loved the ride. My girlfriends and I often rode our bikes past a boy's house or packed a lunch and took off on the bike trail that wound itself around the perimeter of our neighborhood.
When I moved to Florida, the bike gathered dust in the garage as I traded it for cooler transportation, namely a car. By the time I went away to college my parents had purged the garage and attic of our childhood and along with some precious items, like my junior high yearbooks, the bike was sold at a garage sale.
When I approached forty, I decided to purchase an expensive mountain bike. I had visions of the family biking along mountain trails, but it never happened.
I saw a classic Schwinn in a bike shop one day and realized I still love to ride a bike. I want to return to my cycling roots. So I bought an old fashioned two wheeler with a soft seat, regular handlebars, and add a bell and basket.
I love my new bike!
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