My first cycling memory is actually on a tricycle. I was about 2 or 3. One of our neighbors had a trike with a chain drive for the rear wheels. It was a little bit big for me. The other kids were busy with something else. I got on the thing and took off. I remember that it was a ton faster than any of the fwd trikes I had ridden before. I was flying. The roads in West Palm Beach are really flat. My mom remembers having to track down her son and the stolen trike about 3 blocks away.