With sadness I can`t remember the type/name of BMX I had, it was red. It was definitely not a GT, Mongoose or even a Raliegh, probably a chonkie from the Transkei.
I do have one memory of the bike when we lived in Queenstown, I could not stopped in time and ended up in my moms prized roses...she showed no compassion for all of the thorns in me.
My sister and I received our bikes the same day, she could not ride hers, I took a large pink and white single speed cruiser with basket around the block.
I was on a bike 24-7.
Moving to Upington, my "business" was to look after holiday makers houses, I would clock many kilometers a day between the houses and the municipal swimming pool for sessions. The reason was to earn enough money to buy a road bike to start triathlons.
I rode two bikes broken in that time (Silver Bullet, Blou Kablejou) and ended up with my mom`s pink Nisiki womens bike, I rode that bike (Pink Baroness) with pride for two years, even taking out a few traffic furniture sprints. It became "cool" for all of the swimming team members to meet up and ride to the pool vs mom dropping them.
I even took out my girlfriend for a bike ride, trashing her fathers mtb in the canal.
My hope is that my own two boys will experience the freedom only a bicycle can give.
