Anything that rolls…
When I turned 4, I was living in Fairfield Connecticut, while my dad was stationed somewhere near the water, working on Boats… I was learning how to ride bicycles, via training wheels, and kids toys that rolled, I could be seen on anything that moved throughout my neighborhood, blasting skids on shotty hand me down big wheels, and tow behind radio flyers. My 4th birthday was marked by A Cake at Mcdonalds, friends and family, and my own bike, that my pops had picked up at a yard sale, or second hand shop in town. I was stoked, it still had training wheels, and I remember riding down the slow descent of my parents driveway, on the biggest thing with wheels I had ridden yet. I was also wearing ‘nice’ clothes that my mother had probably dressed me in, as I set a course for the street. I found out quickly how hard this new bike was to steer, and I tipped over right into a puddle at the end of the driveway.It was a sight.
It was soon after, that I distinctly remember the training wheel coming off. My dad trotted behind holding the seat, balancing me as I pedaled, half pushing me along and making sure I didn’t crash. Like many kids before and since, I hadn’t realized my dad was no longer holding on, as I presumed I gestured for him to go faster. thats when he let me know I was riding on my own. I don’t remember what happened after that exact second, but I remember the feeling, and it was magic. I probably crashed, but who knows…..
That was over 30 years ago, and I have been through plenty of bikes, and learning experiences… to this day, I ride a bicycle of sorts almost everyday, and am surrounded by them in every sense. It still amazes me how something as simple as a couple of wheels, and some steel tubing can have such an impact and shape someones life so much….