Riding a bike

I can ride a bike just fine. As a kid I had the little red tricycle and moved up to a pink Huffy with tassels and training wheels sometime around kindergarten. We lived on a narrow unmarked road as a kid so watching for cars was important but our driveway was long enough for me to have fun just doing circles around that. Sometime around elementary school (93? 94?) mountain bikes became the big cool thing to have. We all traded up to bikes with chunky black tires and hand brakes. The more cables and gears the better. We were riding to and from each others houses down the road and would take detours through the yard and around the trees like we were actually on a trail. Bikes went from white and pink to black and pink, or in my case I think I had a black and teal one because I felt that pink was for babies. (I still feel that way, but that's for another post.) But my friends and I would ride around on our mountain bike style bikes every day after school and during the summer. Some of us…