When I was growing up, all I did was ride my bike.
We had a little path behind my house that stretched through my neighborhood, connecting all of my friends houses via a carved out trail for bike-riding, and nearly every day would find me and my friends hanging out back there, on “The Path” (we weren’t very creative). When we weren’t doing that, we were riding across town to visit the mall, or hang out at the local Caldor, or to stock up on candy at Wanda’s Sugar Shack. No helmets, no adult supervision, no rules. We were 80s kids, and we loved it!
It’s been 30 years since I had a bike, and nowadays I live in the city (and The Path has long been demolished) but thanks to Zizzo, I’m back in the saddle again!