9 Bikes, 9 Bike Memories 1. That first magical moment, was I six years old? when the bike, the ground & little me, minus training wheels, were in perfect harmony as my father, who was running alongside, let go of the bike. I flew away & left him in the background, cheering. 2. My father singing "And you'll look sweet, upon the seat, of a bicycle built for two" along with the radio. 3. Riding as late as possible into the evening, after the other kids were in for dinner. It was adventure…
