It didn't take me long to learn to be ashamed to ride a Huffy. Kind of a bummer, really, because I got my first new bike on my 9th birthday (as did my brother of the same age). We took off and rode like crazy, making motorcycle sounds and having a blast. We went from Bigwheels to bikes in one day and nothing was the same after that. Good times.

Then, as soon as I started riding that bike to school I learned that it was a "piece of shhhhh".

That's what everyone else called it. I still remember getting harrassed and teased because I had a "crappy" bike, and all the other kids were riding Redlines, Diamond Backs, etc.

One day I got so upset that I let it ghostride down a hill and then all the local kids smashed it with rocks for fun. When I got home I told my dad my bike had been stolen, but he didn't believe me.