Boy do I remember the first one!
It would have been about 69 or 70 and the bike was an old hand-me-down from some uncle or aunt! It was BIG and red and heavy. My brother and I couldn't even touch the pedals so we pushed it out to a hay field next to the house, climbed up on a bail of hay, pulled the bike along side, climbed on and coasted down a hill just so we could push it back up again!
Who needs training wheels, we just fell over, knocked off the dust and grass and kept at it untill we where able to keep it upright to the bottom of that hill. I was the first to actually ride the big red bike because I was a year older and mannaged to grow into the pedals sooner. Then my brother got a new 20 inch bike and I kept the big red bike. We rode every where, fields roads and trails. O for those days!
