First Ride.

About ten years ago i was sitting around socializing with my coworkers after work.  We worked at a Bicycle Advocacy agency and so bikes were a big part of our lives.   The conversation turned to when we learned to ride a bike.  People started talking about learning when they were 5 or 4 years old.  Linda's partner Mike said he was THREE!

In 35 years of riding so much it became part of my identity it never occurred to me that 7 was a bit old to learn to ride.  (But on the other hand, maybe it was just that no one could convince me to let go of that awesome red tricycle!)

When we moved across the country Dad bought me a new (used) bike with training wheels.  A few weeks later our new neighbor Logan (he was the "big kid" in the neighborhood) spent a Sunday afternoon teaching me how to ride a bike.  I was thrilled (still am).  That evening Dad composed a wonderful photo to commemorate the auspicious occasion. Dad is a very good photographer and he got an amazing action shot of me riding past.

30 August 1970 with Logan Russell who just taught me how to ride a bike!

What an awesome bicycle!!!  It was a Columbia.  I'd love to have a bike like that today, and it would be very fashionable! Look at those shiny fenders!

Obviously i'm having a great time.  I rode it every day for the next four years.  And i'm still going 12 bikes later!