[AU72]

I can specifically remember being 11 years old, taking my old “Western Flier” bike and riding 7 miles to town, riding around there for a while then 7 miles back

I remember when I got my first 3 speed bike for Christmas when I was 14 I waited for the first warm day in February and rode it 30 miles to Buzzards Bay. For 12 miles there was a new stretch of highway not yet opened and I had it all to myself.

[Baynative]

Bicycles were our first real taste of freedom. They made us mobile and independent. They got us off our block, out of our neighborhoods and gave us access to a world of adventure and wider social involvement.