DC Bike Blogger
On Training Wheels
Photos of my first bikes on my blog: https://dcbikeblogger.wordpress.com/my-bikes/my-first-bike/
The very first bike I ever owned was a green Schwinn Stingray coaster bike with a sparkly green vinyl banana seat, V-shaped handle bars with green plastic grips, a sissy bar, chrome fenders and black tires. It was the late 1960’s, and I’m guessing that I was probably about six or seven years old. My parents bought it for me. And it’s the one on which I learn to ride a bike.
After I learned to ride a bike I remember riding it constantly. I would ride on the sidewalks and the streets. I would ride through yards. I would jump curbs and do wheelies. I would ride really fast and then slam on the breaks to see how long of a skid mark I could make. And when I would go out to play with my friends, I would find them by riding around the neighborhood looking for the house with all the bikes in the yard.
I don’t know whatever happened to that bike just like I don’t know what happened to my baseball cards, toys, and favorite T-shirt from when I was growing up. I assume my parent got rid of it or just threw it away at some point. I sure wish I still had it though. In mint condition it might be worth as much as all my other bikes combined.
The very first bike I ever owned was a green Schwinn Stingray coaster bike with a sparkly green vinyl banana seat, V-shaped handle bars with green plastic grips, a sissy bar, chrome fenders and black tires. It was the late 1960’s, and I’m guessing that I was probably about six or seven years old. My parents bought it for me. And it’s the one on which I learn to ride a bike.
After I learned to ride a bike I remember riding it constantly. I would ride on the sidewalks and the streets. I would ride through yards. I would jump curbs and do wheelies. I would ride really fast and then slam on the breaks to see how long of a skid mark I could make. And when I would go out to play with my friends, I would find them by riding around the neighborhood looking for the house with all the bikes in the yard.
I don’t know whatever happened to that bike just like I don’t know what happened to my baseball cards, toys, and favorite T-shirt from when I was growing up. I assume my parent got rid of it or just threw it away at some point. I sure wish I still had it though. In mint condition it might be worth as much as all my other bikes combined.
