Can you remember your first two-wheeler, or when you first learned to ride a bike? I don't remember whose bicycle it was, but I'm sure it was a hand-me-down from my older brother or sister. We were living in Great Falls, Montana as my father had volunteered to be part of some sort of foreign military exchange program. The streets where we lived were laid out in very orderly rows and columns, called Avenues in one direction and Streets in the other. Once I got over the initial wobbly-ness of my new riding skill, I proceeded to do laps around the block, around and around. It was awesome!
Now this bike was "old-school", which of course made sense because it was a long time ago, somewhere about 1970 I would guess, and the bike had a full compliment of fenders, front and back. So, being all of seven, and getting bored of riding around the block, I decided to mix it up a bit, I needed to get a little lower to the road; perhaps a more 'sporty' riding position. So I sat on the back fender and rode around the block. It was a bit of a stretch to reach
the handlebars, but I made it work. I was Joe Cool.
That is, until I heard