Maybe it was a 10 speed you hauled out of your parent’s garage and were determined to fix up. Perhaps it was a purple banana-seat cruiser with all the bells and whistles you can imagine fashioned onto it.
The first time you could ride without wobbling side to side, the wind blowing through your hair, freedom: just wanting to keep going and going, faster and faster…
A parent chasing after you trying to steady the back end; an older brother doing loops around you showing you just how easy it is; a neighbor at the end of the street.