Two Wheeled Freedom
As you know, I love bikes.
This first image is a photograph of me and my first bike. I don’t actually remember getting the bike, but suddenly it was there. What I do remember is once this bike reached a certain speed it would start to wobble and shake and then buck me off like a wild horse. My brother would chase me on the wheel horse with the giant mower blades inches from my back. My little heart beating thinking I was going to get chopped up, but that is what older brothers are for. I don’t hold a grudge. I just wish we had a wheel horse now so that I could chase my nephew with it.
The last image was shot by my mom in Wyoming. This was about fifty meters outside our garage which was uphill from where this jump was. I would race out of the garage, downhill, build speed and then launch myself. As you can see, I’m sporting classic style here. Pant leg taped to keep from getting stuck in the chain, jeans and no helmet. Helmets are for losers and accident prone morons.(*see footnote) Also notice under the bike are a series of boards to show just how far i was jumping. This was critical and mom was the independent verification of actual distance. She was not accredited by any government agency but she was all we had. I was riding a steel frame DG which weighed about as much as a Buick Regal. I also raced this bike during the early days of BMX. The racetrack was in the parking lot of the grocery store in Laramie. High tech.
These photographs are thirty plus years old and they look pretty dam good.
*Statement not approved by the FDA.