(The first in a series of stories about every bike I've ever owned.)
Here I am at age three standing over the first bike I would ever ride!
This bike is especially special because it taught me how to ride a bike, with a little help from the neighbor kids.
I'll never forget that day. I was eight years old. Tried and tried to ride on the smooth blacktop driveway near the big red barn.
Finally, barefoot, I sliced open my big toe on the chain ring but didn't fall over. I just kept going.
That is an awesome picture!
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