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When I was maybe 10 yrs old or so and we had those schwinns with the banana seats. My friends and I would stand up on the seat and bend down to steer the handlebars and ride standing like that. Boy those were the days! If I had kids doing that today, I think I'd have a heart attack!:D
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How fun! Mine is the Christmas when I was 10 and I got my first bike (there were 8 kids in our family and we didn't have much to speak of- but can you imagine a 10 year old with training wheels?). Anyway, it was the most glorious morning. I remember my dad carving our home phone number on the handlebars in case it got lost and I was just devastated that he'd scratched my new beauty. I still wish I could ride that bike- streamers, basket with flowers and all... :)
you guys have already heard my story. when I was nine, my father showed up with a bike one day (my parents were divorced and fought like cats and dogs)
he walked it over to a vacant lot near our house (in Newark, NJ) and showed me how to ride it. I had never ridden a 2 wheeled bike, being terrified by the well meaning techniques of teenaged neighbors a couple years before that.
I got on that beautiful royal blue bike (schwinn) and rode it. It was like I already knew how. This was long before the banana seats.
Riding into "town" 4 1/2 miles on summer Saturday mornings to the Central Library and then round the river to the Art Gallery and through the Park on a black sports 26" with back-pedal brake.While imagining I was a student at the Sorbonne or similar university
(It was the late 1960's).
My happiest: My little sis and I had just taken our (little!) 16" wheeled baby bikes out after having removed our training wheels, and I showed off to Dad how I could ride all by myself. =D
My proudest: After an incident on my older huffy, where I could just SEE my mom trying to calculate ER costs as I dragged myself out from under the bike, I pulled my water bottle out of the holder, hosed out my bloody little hands and knees, took a couple drinks, put it back, looked at Mom and said "Okay, we can get going again." She was so proud.:p
I'd been bike-crazy since I was a toddler, and obsessively rode my tricycle EVERYWHERE and all the time.
When I was six I saved up my allowance and with some parental $$ help I bought a blue Schwinn! I don't remember training wheels, but I do remember riding on everything with that bike. Cow pastures were great, cuz you could go really fast.
mine is when my dad took off my training wheels.
my good friend mandy that i grew up with was over and she didn't have training wheels on her bike. so i told my dad that i didn't want them either. he helped me take them off, ok so he did all the work i handed him tools, wheeled that bike out of the garage, and hopped on. went around the little circle of drive way by the house with no problem!
i was so proud that i was just like my friend mandy with no training wheels who was a year older than me. :D
Oh my gosh, I just found this post. I wish I could find a bike the same color as the Schwinn I had when I was a kid!! It was sparkling teal green -- it actually sparkled! With a sparkly white vinyl seat. Oh wow, I wish I still had that bike! :D Great memory!
My brother and I "inventing" mountain biking when were living in Italy ('69-'73). We'd ride our banana bikes up the nearby mountain (The Dolomites) and race down the goat paths and stream beds...my poor dad had to have our bikes welded back together constantly. :p
Wow.
Most of my memories of cycling as a kid involve crashes and pain! :eek:
How did I ever get into cycling as an adult??????
I do remember I had this blue bike...I honestly don't recall what kind it was. But it had upright handlebars and a big white banana saddle. I tied a rope to either end of the bars, by the grips, and those were my "reigns". I really wanted a horse in a bad way, and that was how I pretended my bike was a horse!
On my 9th birthday I got my first 2 wheel vehicle. Learning to ride was tough on me and my new bike. My scariest and proudest event in elementary school was when I rode my bike 8 blocks to school for the first time.
Watching my brother ride his bike straight into a thorn bush!
I turned 6 when I got this bike. My dad calls for me and I come into the kitchen. He tells me that he thinks one of my friends left a bike in the garage and I should come look at it so we can call the little girl that it belongs to. It's this beautiful blue Ross Polobike with a banana seat and a red and white basket. It's my absolute heart's desire. I am speechless. I have no idea whose bike it is and I tell my dad this. Meanwhile, my mom and Nona who lived with us were gathered around the door from the kitchen watching. Then my dad says, "Well hon, I guess you're the little girl that this bike belongs to. Happy early Birthday." It was the very first time in my life I cried from happiness. I may have posted this picture before, but so what. I loved that bike and I was pretty much glued to it whenever the weather was good until I finally got too tall for it when I was 12.
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