MY first bike memory is from when I was a kid in Chicago... riding my neighbors bike and getting jumped by a couple of ghetto kids and having the bike stolen from under me.

I biked just for transport as a teen, and then as young adult, later teens early 20s, rediscovered road riding.
While my soon to be hubby was in College in CO, our house mate turned us on to road riding. He'd been racing for years... Red Zinger ought to date us just right! Anyway, Andy had gobs of bikes and got us out in the Front Range, 40-60 mile rides after school and so on. I continued this when we moved to Wyoming, riding the farm roads out in the Shoshone basin for miles and miles.

As I had kids, I would tool around a lot, but I didn't really get back into it until hubby bought me my first mountain bike.
I"m on bike #2, and the rest of the tale is on my site, follow the link at my sig.

Bio---43, happily married for 20+ years, two teens sons, self employed (again, see my site about my sewing business) and more crazed about mountain biking than ever.

penny