Do you remember your first bike? Was it new? Was it a hand-me-down? Did it get you all the places you wanted to go? Did it give you the wind-through-your-hair freedom that you craved as a kid?
I grew up in a country town in regional Queensland. A mostly flat country town. I now regularly bore my children with stories of how we rode our bikes EVERYWHERE.
So, now I get to bore you!
We rode our bikes to school, to our friends’ houses, to the movies, to basketball practice, to hockey games. Our parents were way more clever than I. They were not taxis. It was our deadly treadlies and sheer leg power that got us where we wanted to go. No helmets and the only injury time seemed to be around magpie season but a little peddle power and a swing of your canvas rucksack around your head even kept them at bay.
My first bike was what now would be lovingly called vintage. Back then it was known as old. The hard leather seat was not forgiving but she got me where I wanted to go.
Then in Year 6 I got my sort-of-new bike, a big one. She wasn’t totally brand new but close enough. A soft white seat and orange in colour, she went like a dream.
Lately, I’ve been yearning for a bike a again. Something fun, something a little bit flashy … something like this:
Now, I can’t win one of these (will have to put it on my birthday list) but YOU can. Just hop on over to Justb. where we’re giving away two of them – and if you don’t want pink, don’t worry there are more colours to choose from!
Can you remember your first bike? What did it look like?