Sometime when I was 8 or 9, I was riding a banana seat bike at the local church doing figure 8's between some marks on the pavement when i caught a pedal and went face first, breaking my left front, adult, tooth clean off at the root. It was a
miracle it grew back together until I knocked it out for good in 6th grade Rip that bike and tooth.
In 5th grade I was taking out of school one day because my brother was court ordered to go to rehab (not sure why I was taking out of school, but...) my parents and i had forgotten that I rode my bike in that day, a murray bmx bike IIRC, and upon returning the to the school the next day, the bike was completely stripped of everything not locked up and beat to shit, surely courtesy of the cheap apartment complex next to the school. My reward to cover up to an 10-11 year old that brother was
bad was my dad took me to pick out the bike of my choice, which was an '87 Schwinn Predator. This isn't my picture but this was the model and colorway.
In hindsight, my dad is on the cheap side and him buying this was a big deal. Considering my brother was actually
bad for a few years to come, maybe this was a down payment considering 2 years latter I spent every Sunday for 18 months going to visit his ass in the clink. I'll never get that time back, NEVER.
One of my best memories on this bike was riding home one day from school and I wasn't strong enough to use the hand brakes (mainly because they didn't work, at all) I was coming down Woodland Rd and couldn't stop to turn into my development and went flying into the driveway on the corner. No exciting crash story but I remember mentally shitting my pants.
Other than that I have no memory of anything but this bike other than riding to skatespots until I got a Gary Fisher Rangitoto in 10 or 11th grade.
I sold this bike in 1997 while at Kutztown to buy a GT Avalanche.
Oddly enough, the guy who bought it now cuts my in-law yard, so if I ever want it back, can probably find it there.