Remember the last time you rode your bike? The wind, the sun, the bike, the fun! I don’t mean lately, but when you were a kid, agewise. If you’re a kid now, you won’t understand this. Yet. Maybe.
Remember the last time you rode your bike? The wind, the sun, the bike, the fun!
I don’t mean lately, but when you were a kid, agewise.
If you’re a kid now, you won’t understand this.
I rode my bike a lot as a kid. It had ape hanger handlebars, banana seat, sissy bar, slight fork. I could pop a wheelie off a bottle cap, then stop on a dime with pedal brakes. I was in pure heaven every second I rode my bike.
On Saturdays I was gone. After cereal, and maybe a cartoon or two. Gone till sundown. Looking at a map it’s astounding to see the distances I rode as a kid.
A flat tire was devastating to me. It took forever to get fixed, but when I got on my bike again it was Christmas. We were best friends, and I rode with a huge smile our first day back together. The wind, the sun, the bike, the fun.
I had other interests; I was in Boy Scouts and played some basketball. And in the alley my little brother and I played frisbee, football, baseball, basketball, hockey, 4-square, steal-the-bacon…
...hide-and-seek game with a dozen or more kids that spread all over the block...
...we had a ping-pong table in the garage, and during the summer the neighbors came around to play ping-pong and chess till 1 or 2 a.m., or later...
...the best frozen custard stand in the world was a block over.
At some point all those things came to an end.
I don’t know when I stopped riding my bike. By high school I guess. I try to think about it, to picture the last day I rode it. It was probably a sunny Saturday, or maybe Labor Day before freshman year. I don’t remember riding it in high school. Different interests, I suppose. Eventually school, jobs, friends, and cars are the end of most “kid” activities.
I don’t remember when the last day was, but I wonder about it.
If I could just go back to the last bike ride.
What changed after that? What kept me from riding my bike again and having fun, like so many miles before? I don’t know and don’t care; when I reminisce about my bike it always takes me to that final day that I rode my bike as a kid.
To be there and ride my bike again, before it was the last time, when it was still just another bike ride. As I think of it, I'm there again. No thoughts of this being the last ride.
The wind, the sun, the bike, the fun.