What's your fondest childhood bike memory?...

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

Tell us what yours is!

[extra-vert]

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!

[Tri Girl]

What's yours Lisa????

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...

[mimitabby]

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.

[margo49]

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).

[Kitsune06]

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.

[KnottedYet]

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.