In Cleveland Ohio, where I grew up, the only way for me to get to a sleezy part of town, to buy illegal fireworks, or to a novelty store, to buy whoopie cushions, or to The creek to throw thing in the water and to fish things out, was to bicycle. At 12 years old, I learned that Bike=Freedom. A couple years later, we moved 4 miles away. Becase I biked, I could keep my old friends, and see them as often as I liked.