(Yes, I looked for an image and sadly no, I couldn’t find one!)
It was my first bike, and once the training wheels came off, it carried me everywhere my parents would let it go… (which usually just meant a couple laps around the cul-de-sac til I was about 10!)
Back then, my bike meant temporary freedom and independence. Without a care in the world back then, I didn’t see it as a fitness tool, an adventure-provider, a stress reliever … And surely I didn’t view it as a practical mode of transportation like I do now.
It was, quite simply, a way to escape from my “annoying” little siblings. Continue reading “Biking Through the Years: Against Stress, Towards Freedom”