Like many things within families, bikes were handed down as kids outgrew them.

In my family that meant that I, the girl, got my cousin’s and brother’s boy’s bikes. You know, the ones with that middle bar.

To this day, at the age of 48, I still swing my leg even though I finally have a
girl’s bike!

I sure wish that I could put those multicolored streamers at the ends of the handlebars!!