If you were lucky enough to grow up without video games, the internet, satellite t.v., then you might remember what it was like to ride your bike all day long with your buddies – crafting makeshift ramps, making up crazy stunts and tricks, and just having a honest-to-goodness blast cruising the streets until Mom called you in. For a lot of us, it was the beginning of a lifelong love affair with wheels. The Schwinn Sting-Ray was a two-wheeled blacktop beast back then– especially with the on-the-frame gear shift and a fat rear slick. It was the only bike that mattered.
My first bike was a 20″ single speed Huffy from Sears. I remember it was from Sears because it had a badge that said so. I once freaked out my Mom and Dad by riding it from my house to a good friend of mine who lived over 10 miles from my house. Anyway that was my start, and yes, I started with training wheels which for some reason my Dad did not take them off for me. He told me that if I didn’t want them on here is the wrench go take them off yourself so I did. It was not easy riding in my neighborhood due to the sandy dirt roads that we lived on.