[James Gutierrez]

Vintage bike​

There was a time when a bike was all you needed. No helmet, no phone, just two wheels and a head full of dreams. Most of us rode hand-me-down bikes with bald tyres and squeaky brakes, but they took us everywhere—from the milk bar to the coastline and back again.

And somehow, our parents were fine with it. Can you believe that?

Image source: Australia Remember When / Facebook

What was your first bike like? Let us know in the comments.

 

[Mikev]

My first bike was a dragster. Back then you could ride around the streets easily because there were a lot less cars. That bike gave me so much freedom to explore the local area.

 

[Jo Piper3]

I remember riding my bike in Putney, NSW, and falling off. I sustained a cut above my top tip and still have the scar today. My mother yelled at me!

 

[SSCElderberry]

I was sitting with a mate outside his caravan in a Central Coast caravan park having a couple of beers. A kid was riding up and down the access roads jumping his bike off the speed bumps having a great time...until he crashed coming of a bump, ending up in a pile of bike, gravel & rider - he was yelling, "I'm dead, I'm dead". We went over picked him up, dusted him off and noticing the gravel rash he now wore, I said to him you're not dead but when your mum sees you, you may wish you were!!

 

[DLHM]

I never had my own bike until I was in my 50’s. Only had it a few years before it was stolen.

In my 20’s I borrowed a friend’s bike after being dared to ride it. I did ok for a couple of minutes before I fell over. Didn’t help that I’d consumed a bit too much alcohol.

Bikes aren’t for me.