Do you remember your first bike?

What an exciting surprise! Love how your father did that. Mine was a funny looking yellow bike which was short enough for a 9 year old. I had so much fun riding it.

No but I remember my first pony! She was Shetland cross called Trixie. I don't have a digital photo of her but here's another Trixie that I learnt to ride on before being given my own pony.

No, but I remember leaning my brother's bike up against the house to climb onto it when I was about 11. It was an old bike he found in the grandparents' garage. It must have belonged to one of the uncles.

I was already a teenager when I had one. My Dad bought me one to keep at the country house of my grandmother. We could not have a bike in the apartment in Milan. Too dangerous to use a bike in the city.

I do remember it had the streamers

I haven’t had that many , so I do remember them all. My first was a tricycle …red. I loved it , speeding around the garden…..we had a big garden with a path that went all around the edge. My second, and first ‘proper’ bike was blue, it had a basket on the back. My Dad used to hold on to the back as I rode around the cul de sac….it had stabilisers for a while but not very long. It was given to a friends daughter when I grew too big for it. My final bike was red, a Raleigh bike.

I had a little bike when I was about 5 or 6. I think it was pink and white, and then when I turned 9 I got a brand new "big bike" for my birthday. I crashed it on the maiden spin. I forgot to turn at the curve in the road, I flew off and hit my butt on some rocks. Needless to say I never made that mistake again.

That is such a sweet memory. I’ve always wanted a bike with a basket. My first bike was loud orange and I used to share it with my siblings. Sometimes all 3 of us will ride it at the same time one at the back of the driver and one sitting on the bar after the driver.

My first bike was a hand-me-down, as I recall, but I liked it anyway. It was a shiny blue/green color with a banana seat and the brand name "SPYDER" on the top tube.

No, not really. I was barely allowed to ride it because my mom was a worrywart who was sure I’d crash.

I do remember having a bike ( a Schwinn) and I would ride it everywhere. Back in those days us kids would ride our bikes all over. Our parents didn't drive us anywhere except maybe to church on Sundays. There were times when my mom would let us ride our bikes to school and how free it felt not having to ride the bus (public transportation).

Yes, my Dad constructed it from parts which I think he found in the dump! He and one or two of his teacher friends (they were notoriously badly paid at that time) used to go and browse in a dump which was a disused quarry pit, and find all sorts of useful things. I remember the bike was light blue and it had solid rubber tyres. At first it had no pedals, so I used to glide down the road. Then he added some pedals but I still had no brakes, so I could pedal off down the road (which was a slope) but I had to stop by running onto the grass verge at the entrances to our neighbours' houses further down. Eventually I got some brakes as well! The solid tyres were a real blessing because all the hedges round our way were hawthorn and when they had been trimmed with those mechanical flails there would be thorns all over the roads and lanes, the tyres were like pincushions. When I graduated to a bigger bike I remember, after one trip in the autumn, my Dad had to repair 12 punctures in one tyre!

I don't think its my first bike, because I remember there being pictures of one of those little trikes with the streamers in pictures when I was little (like a toddler). But the first "big kid" bike I remember is the one my grandpa bought me at Ace Hardware when I was like six or seven. It was purple, blue and like pink splatter painted. It was the one Iearned to ride without training wheels.

I remember the first bike I was really excited about. It was a 10-speed Schwin which was the latest craze in our neighborhood. At the time, it was really cool. Imagine being able to shift gears up and down to ride up steep hills or race as fast as you can. What a fun surprise your dad had in store for you.

Yes, I do... The brother just older than me bought a frame and scrounged tires and wheels from the junk yard. He gave it to my youngest brother and I to ride. We'd jump on and coast down the hill learning to balance it. (We were too little to reach the ground once we were on it.)

Yes. I don't remember my tricycle; but I remember my first, new blue bike. I rode that thing all around the block and when we moved, I rode it to my aunt's house which was quite a distance away.

My grandparents bought us our first bicycles. They were both blue and I had a white stripe on mine, sister had a yellow stripe. We loved those bicycles and were so proud of them.