The Trials, Joy, Obsession, and Transformation of Getting My Bicycle
The Desire Like most kids in my day, I got my first two wheeler when I was around seven or eight years old. It was a rite of passage. My first two wheeler was probably a Huffy. I thought my grandpa, who often fixed things up he found in the dump, had put on a motorcycle seat. I didn't realize that actually Huffy had made a bike like that, so it probably was the seat that came with it. Best seat ever! My childhood bike resembled this, except it was red. I remember that he put the training wheels a bit too high, so they really didn't help me. Still, I remember the joy one day when I realized I was no longer falling to either side, but managing to stay balanced on it. It had been almost unconscious...like it was when I learned to swim. I was doing it, and it took me a while to realize I was doing it. Bicycles represented freedom for most kids. It was when they were allowed to ride to school and to their friends' houses....