My First Bike

My First Bike

My First “Real Bike”

I remember waking up on Christmas morning and seeing it prominently displayed in front of the Christmas tree multi-colored lights reflected off the shiny white finish on the bike. This was more than a ordinary bike. This was a Evel Knievel Bike! Adorned with decalled plastic red white and blue accents it looked like a dirt bike. It had a gas tank and a #1 plate and knobby tires. That first bike would be my bike for the next 3 years until it was stolen from out of a storage area under our front stairs. I moved a lot and in this one apartment which had two flights of 15 stairs and limited living space it wasn’t possible to store it inside the apartment.
I rode that bike everywhere on that bike. The over-sized motorcycle style seat often meant I would have a passenger on the back.
That first bike lead to a number of firsts as well. My first “real” kiss from a girl that I had given a ride to.
My first “real” crash where I face planted after hitting the front side of a landing ramp. I went over the bars and broke part of my front two teeth.
I remember cleaning that bike all the time – my current bikes would be jealous. It must have been the desire to keep the Red White and Blue looking sharp, and a sense of pride that I felt whenever I rode that bike. It resonated with my inner daredevil riding as fast as I could, trying to jump as high as I could (even if it was only a few feet) trying out whatever tricks kids were doing. ┬áBack then you could ride along neighborhood streets without fear of getting run down by cars. Me and my friends would ride to nearby West Hudson Park . We would ride on the dirt trails/paths down stairs and always looking for stuff to jump. In the spring there would be a big pile of sandy dirt dropped for the parks baseball field. For a few weeks we had the ability to build a series of jumps our own little bmx track (emphasis on little) but it was fun and it was exciting. Through that spring, and on that bike a seed was planted that would grow over my lifetime. My First bike will always hold a special spot in my heart and mind. Although I may have had many bikes since then – My Evel Knievel bike will always hold that special spot – FIRST Bike.

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