When I was about 11-13, I had a young neighbor who I used to ride on my bike. He’d ride in front (I’m still amazed that we both fit on the tiny little seat) and put his feet up on the bar. I still have the bike, and it has ‘scars’ from where he put his feet, hehe… It was soo funny, he was about 4-6 yeard old, and when we got on the bike, he’d say “yeah, bebbay! I’m on my motorcycle!” and “Let’s rock n roll!” before we’d start riding. I took him to the park and stuff a lot, because I always babysat him. I have to say, it was a LOT quicker riding the bike than trying to get him to keep up on his own bike with training wheels.

Hey, anyone every try to play “chicken” on your bikes? I did, with a friend of mine… We chose our block, a long block, then an intersecting street, then another long block. She went down to one end of one long block, I went down to the opposite end of the second long block. We planned to ride as fast as we could toward each other and ‘meet’ at the intersecting street. Well, no one chickened out. We met right in the center of the intersecting street. Probably luckily for us, our bikes were not exactly head-on, so the front tires came alongside each other, our pedals got caught in the other person’s pedals/wheels, and all of us (people and bikes) fell down. I was unhurt, my friend got her ankle scraped by my pedal. The bikes were perfectly fine… I loved bike riding, we’d ride everywhere and anywhere. I only had one bad accident. It was right before my 8th grade graduation. I was riding and I turned my head to see if a friend of mine was home, swerved, and ran into a short (about 1 ft. tall) wall by the alley I was coming up to. I fell off the bike, the bike fell on top of my head. To make a longish story short, I had 3 stitches in my scalp. Ouch.