suddenly appeared to be everywhere: in blockbuster
movies like ET; being ridden by the Red Hand Gang;
there was even a British TV programme, something akin
to Kick Start, for BMXs. I more than just wanted a
BMX - I needed one.
brand was Highway, but that wasn't important, what
was important was that it was a polished silver frame,
with a white (hard plastic) saddle, and padded thing
on the handlebars to mitigate damage in any faceplant
situations. It was different from anyone else's BMX,
which resembled those in the bright colours seen on
the telly, and I loved it.
didn't learn any tricks you realise. Not one. Couldn't
even bunny-hop till years later on a mountain bike.
But this bike just went and went and went.
least for a few years anyway until the Mountain Bikes
came on the scene. I had resisted the Grifter with
it's large frame and large wheels - it felt unwieldy,
but having grown some the MTB suddenly seemed an attractive
choice. But my parents couldn't afford it, so while
those round me hopped on their dayglo pink and green
steeds of the day I shunned the luxury of gears and
carried on behind on my BMX.
then it arrived. One birthday, without warning. I
had opened all my presents, and my parents explained
to me that things were hard at the moment so I might
have to wait for something from them. I was happy
with this. I was 13. Grown up. A teenager. I could
understand these adult concerns. I was asked to make
a cup of tea, and there, in the kitchen..... An Emmelle
then the heavens opened. I got one lap of our cul-de-sac,
and in that short moment fell in love with the big
heavy nature of the bike, the huge 26" wheels,
and playing with gears for the first time. I had previously
been slightly wary of this development after watching
an older boy, on a Cougar coincidentally, having his
gears slip as he hurtled downhill at what must have
been about 900 miles and hour, stopping his progress
on the tarmac with his face.
these were my gears. And I loved them.
this was yet another bike that was ridden to death.
Whatever happened to the bombproof nature of bikes
that you only occasionally needed to change a cable?
then went through a period where I grew out of bikes
- they were toys I guess (how little I knew, but thought
I knew) and I went to uni having left the bike behind.
It wasn't until 4 years later when I got a job 5 miles
from the campus, and discovered my hatred of public
transport, that I once again indulged in a bike. Another
MTB (it wasn't until another 5 or 6 years later that
I discovered the joy of road bikes) my Falcon Scorpion
was bought from Argos, lived its entire life outside,
and never once let me down.
rest, as they say, is history. My interest rekindled
partly due to my much younger brother discovering
mountain biking) I now have a mountain bike, road
bike, and fixie taknig up space in the garage. But
my best memory will ways be walking into the kitchen
on my 13th birthday - it's those moments that life
is l about...
us about your bike history!
and explain the roots of your own particular love