I wanted a bike, mostly because my three cousins who lived two blocks away all had bicycles. My mother wasn't fond of the idea and since I was still small statured at the time, she thought a bike might be too much for me to handle. I did have a trike - a huge one, not the standard one for tots but it wasn't the same. One day when I was maybe six years old, if that, I visited my first yard sale with my mom, brother, aunt and cousins. Tucked beneath a table at this yard sale was a bike, a small "sidewalk" bike with a price tag of fifty cents...
