Do you remember your first real bike? I sure do. It probably helps that I was older when I first learned to ride a bike. My first bike was a used banana yellow, banana-seat bike which makes it pretty hard to forget. While I would love to have that bike now, at the time it was definitely not the in-style bike I longed for.
I specifically remember riding my banana nightmare on the street with my older brother, who by the way, rode so well that I was sure he had learned his skills in infancy. To keep me from jumping off into the grass when I started to wobble, by brother told me to think of the grass as fire and just stay on my bike.
To this day I love to ride a bike, in fact I’m currently trying to find a bike for myself so that I can get out and feel the wind in my face once more.