AoN's response in el zollers 'kid bike' thread got me thinking about all kinds of first bike memories.
-i remember begging my mom to take the training wheels off my little red schwinn and bombing down our rock driveway towards taylor town road in montville. i was like three and man did i get bloodied up...but damn was that fun.
-i remember the first time i jumped my scrambler off the dirt pile in the field next to my house (for some reason i'm pretty sure this was after a failed attempt to put a starwars guy into orbit with a couple bottle rockets, followed by a couple taped to the top of a matchbox car..)
-then there was the first time we actually went "mountain biking". up in splitrock (most of you know my unease with this place now..) this i remember pretty clearly b/c i was amazed even then that i didn't kill myself: just BOMBING down the fire road on the 'ol fully rigid, toe-clipped trek 850 antelope and jumping the huge drain pipe...which led to a sketchy landing followed by me pitched into a tree. no helmet, no gloves, no spandex. just me out riding with my buddy.
ah, those were the days.
-i remember begging my mom to take the training wheels off my little red schwinn and bombing down our rock driveway towards taylor town road in montville. i was like three and man did i get bloodied up...but damn was that fun.
-i remember the first time i jumped my scrambler off the dirt pile in the field next to my house (for some reason i'm pretty sure this was after a failed attempt to put a starwars guy into orbit with a couple bottle rockets, followed by a couple taped to the top of a matchbox car..)
-then there was the first time we actually went "mountain biking". up in splitrock (most of you know my unease with this place now..) this i remember pretty clearly b/c i was amazed even then that i didn't kill myself: just BOMBING down the fire road on the 'ol fully rigid, toe-clipped trek 850 antelope and jumping the huge drain pipe...which led to a sketchy landing followed by me pitched into a tree. no helmet, no gloves, no spandex. just me out riding with my buddy.
ah, those were the days.