My first driving wheels came in the form of a cute little red '79 Honda civic. She was a beauty. So tiny I could sit in the drivers seat and stretch out my arm and touch the passenger door without even straining. I would still be driving that car if not for stinky parents that felt it unsafe for me to take (over the Rocky Mountains) to college. Sigh.
My first bike...banana seat, high curved handle bars, streamers on the grips...stylin.
Going back...my first skates were metal and strapped onto my tenny-shoes. They made a ching ching ching sound as I walk-skated down the sidewalk.
Hit a rock and instant faceplant.
Those were the days.
I decided to reach into the way back for my very first wheels. These little people know how to roll.
Not to brag or anything but I had a camper and a motorcycle too.
This is day three of the challenge.
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