Do you remember your first bike?

Submitted by erica on Fri, 10/03/2008 - 6:24pm.

One of my fondest memories is the day I got my first bike. I was a whopping three-and-a-half years old when my parents wheeled out a new candy apple red American Flyer 16" with shiny handlebars and training wheels. My eyes gleamed, my heart raced and I felt so alive. Here was my new vehicle to freedom and "adulthood," and I couldn't wait to get on it!
There was only one small problem, I didn't know how to ride it. Fortunately, after several days of practice I was well on my way to becoming a "pro."

Even now, decades later, I still get that same feeling in my stomach when I get a new bike (or even THINK about getting a new bike). Some might call it crazy but I call it LOVE.

Tell me about your first bike!

Mountain bike from Target

Submitted by visitor on Fri, 10/17/2008 - 2:13am.

The first bike I ever bought for myself (it's been 14 years since I outgrew the last one my parents bought for me) was what I call a "tester" - a cheap version of a potentially expensive product that you buy so you can figure out how much you'll use it, what you like/dislike about it, etc. It's like the opposite of a warranty - first you get the cheapest version of something so you can mess it up, and then later you buy the best kind you can find for the money so it won't ever break.

You can read my whole story here: http://www.pointsincase.com/blogs/court-sullivan/my-first-bike

I don't remember how old I

Submitted by chigh on Mon, 10/06/2008 - 2:56pm.

I don't remember how old I was, but it was before I was 7... So.. between 4-7. It was yellow, with black details -- some stripes on the chain guard and an image of some sort of horse or pony. I think back and hope it was a hose because... what boy wants to have a /pony/ on their bicycle? Heck if I can remember, though. It was too big for me to ride, but I tried and tried. I could never get up on it. One evening, I put my bike a the top of the drive way (it sloped ever so slightly), and I jumped up and held myself up long enough for it to start rolling and me to get my butt on the seat and start pedalling. Once on the seat, I could pedal a little bit. Not long after, my mom came outside and told me to come in. Of course, I didn't want to because I'd just learned to get up on the bike! I put that bike through a lot over the next 3-4 years until I was big enough to ride a 10-speed, which is another story altogether.