Man we had our own imaginary bike clubs and we were bad a$s in our minds.
I remember making bikes out of whatever we could use to make them cool, and my dad was a mechanic so we learned a lot from him how to fix and build our own bikes.
There were many cuts and bruises from some pretty bad wipe outs but we survived.
We made many miles, got a lot of exercise and wow we had so much fun back then, there are so many cool stories to tell.
Like getting my jeans caught in the chain, hahaha kinda funny and embarrassing…
Do you have a bike story from childhood?