My First 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. Back 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.