Many, many years ago, when I was but a sprite on a 10-speed (remember those?), I could ride the whole 1.5-mile circuit of the trailer park where I lived - the road that went through it - speed bumps and all, with no hands.

Today, no longer a sprite and much more conscious of my own mortality after a couple of major wipeouts, I no longer try to ride with no hands. Especially since I'm on a mountain bike that likes to go boom.

But yeah, I'd love to experience that no-handed exultation across the finish line, but how embarrassing to throw my arms up in victory only to have the front wheel go wonky and crash hard in front of a few million spectators...ack.

Ha!

Roxy