one of my fondest memories was getting hit on my road bike,the driver stopped and told me he had no insurance but would smoke a blunt with me. the only scratches were on me, the bike was fine. his bumper hit right on the rear axle. lucky

i think that my favorite moment ever on a bike was the first time i rode the yellow line through downtown traffic. as i was coming up late to a yellow light, i took my hands off the bars and leeaned on my hips(pre fixie conversion) and blew in between a van(oncoming) and a big truck. i don't think my heart slowed down for like an hour. best feeling EVER.

the first time i saw and rode a homemade fixed tall bike in gainesville florida when i was up there visiting friends and drinking kegs & kegs of beer. it scared the crack heads down the street and i almost got knocked off of it by a low branch.

sweetness.

Only One?
The night that all the lights lined up down Huntington drive, and we were able to ride non-stop South Pasadena to Arcadia. Whoosh, we just cruised. It has been a long time since then.

One day some people at work were talking about my new bike, and one thing that came up was the thousand dollar cost. When my friend Doris the German heard that, she said "Vow Dawn, MY bicicle vas FWEE." Knowing of her raw food habits and the Vita-mix she uses to make her pseudo-Clif bars, I replied, 'well, Doris, my BLENDER was free." This resulted in my naming my bike Vita-Mixx 2000, and Doris does not see the irony. Her blender supports her lifestyle the sam way my bike does mine.

Coming third in the inaugural alley-cat race in Perth WA in 1998 !

my dad has told me this story about riding his bike when he was a kid in the sixties. he was riding through town on the street and a fella opened his car door. my dad said he was gettin it and he hit the hell out of this guys door. he said that the guy and him didn't know what happened and the guy just told him "you better watch it kid". years later my father ended up working at the same company as the guy. ArlieMarshall ,puttin' up my dukes and givin' a damn.

first real bike: a red schwinn bantam. i loved it. it wasn't a trike, and it wasn't a stingray, which looked like a kid's bike to me. that bike looked like a grownup bike... like my dad's columbia three-speed. but, alas, all of my buddies on my street (who are still younger than i am) could ride a bike, and i couldn't. after trying and trying, i remember finally figuring it out in the gloaming of the day. i rode that little red bantam until it was so dark my mom had to use a flashlight to find me and peel me off of the thing. after that, we pretty much wouldn't be caught dead off of anything with two wheels and a crank.

working pedicab in orlando in 2005-2006 and being wasted for seven hours straight

now i think there are golf kart things there

Yea... Summers for me were always the shit because both of my parents worked full time and my older sister who was in charge was really cool about letting me leave whenever I wanted to.
The best memories that come to mind didn't actually have as much to do with riding.
It was in the best time of high school that doesn't get enough credit, the time when parents begin to grant freedom but no one was old enough to drive a car or have a job. It's really the last year and the one and only summer of true freedom before what they call "life" begins to set in. So, what the fuck do you do with all that time? We built dirt jumps.
My friend lived next to some property that someone appeared to have forgotten about. It was relatively flat ground with a gentle slope to the north. He and I started digging the trails the week school got out by clearing the blackberry from the south. By the end of June, we had about fifteen guys showing up every day of the week with shovels mainly, rakes, picks, hose extensions and of course, a BMX. We dug out the pits, stacked the dirt for a lip, shaped the banks, built forts in the holes between the jumps, had paintball fights, camped out, listened to weezer nonstop through a D-cell boombox, left there to go raid someone's parent's pantry, chased away unwanted douchebags and oggled my friend's sister's as they bathed in the sun.
By the end of summer, We had the spot blown and some local pro-ams were stopping by and killing it. We all sucked because we spent the summer digging and having fun. Of course we took breaks to ride, but I must say, it was an honor to build some quality shit for riders who could really utilize the potentials.
Some kids are still keeping it up, they built some other trails nearby, but for the most part what we did is all hidden under the blackberries.

My parents bought me a murray 10 speed in 1973...bike was sweet, it was brown with white handlebar tape..I had it for a month, someone stole it....I had no bike, I always had a bike....I bought a single speed track type bike with coaster brakes for 30 bucks off a guy at school.I think it was hot..no gears, no hand brakes..it was red..and fast, I used to crank on that thing..this is the reason Im here, Im going back, at 48 making the full circle...Cant wait to get my bike done.

I got my Schwinn Traveler after earning the money
at my dad's Dairy Queen, I quit the following day.
The neighborhood kids all had Schwinn 10 speeds.
We would ride just after sunset through the industrial park in formation, (that's follow the leader on bikes),
while practicing our wheelies...
The summer was much sweeter before work ruined my childhood.
I've been a bike freak ever since. ;>)

My first bike memory, and one of the best, is learning to ride my screaming neon-green Huffy BMX (green bars, white tires, all the good stuff). My dad pushed hard on my seat and sent me flying down the sidewalk; I almost ate it because I could hardly keep the wheel straight. That was over 20 years ago, hot damn!

My favorite bike ride is an easy one: I rode with my girlfriend down to Chicago's museum campus (Shedd Acquarium/Field Museum/Soldier Field) and proposed on the stepped lawn. Its my favorite ride because every time someone asks how we got engaged I get to tell them about my favorite place to ride to in the city