I’m glad my bike was given to me as a graduation present many years ago when I graduated from High School.  My grandmother gave me a large sum of cash (well, for me it was a large sum of cash at the time) and my dad and mom picked up the rest of the tab.  Together they bought me a green GT mountain bike.  No shocks, no frills, just many gears and a bike frame that was meant for men and not boys (like my old bike which was a BMX bike with 21 inch tires).  That bike has been through many accidents with me and survived the Texas heat.  I’ve broken or bent the forks, the rims, the sprockets and blown out tens of tires on it, but its still hanging in there.  I’ve gotten more bruses and scrapes from that than any other activity and its been a hoot!

Most recently I’ve hooked our kiddy trailer up to the green monster and been pulling the girls around the neighborhood.  Hearing them laugh behind me and having them yelling at me to go faster is also a blast.  Of course eventually the fun wears out about the time my legs do, but its still a blast.  Thanks Grandma (though she’s in heaven and not earth-dwelling any longer)  and mom and dad for the bike.  Its been great.

For the record the fastest I’ve gone on it was 45 miles per hour going down the road at King’s Canyon in Carson City, Nevada.