These Wheels Shall Explode

No training wheels...


No one holding on...


Going...


Going...


Gone, man, gone!
I am riding all over the place now. It feels like what it must feel like to a baby bird when he flies for the first time. My dad and I just get on our bikes and ride. Free birds. When mom works we ride down to Alberta Street and strut our stuff, get a slice, or a burger and a beer, hit the pub...you know, just a couple of dudes out on their bikes in Portland, the bike friendlies city in the world!