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10-17-2010, 10:05 PM | #182 (permalink) | |
love will tear you apart
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I don't really remember my parents helping my learn to ride a bike, I think I learnt with my sister and a bunch of friends. |
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10-17-2010, 10:09 PM | #184 (permalink) |
Partying on the inside
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I remember using training wheels on my bike, which actually worked... because they were so crappy, that both wheels never touched the ground at once. (or maybe that was the point, I dunno)
So while I was riding, I would practice remaining on the bike wheels without letting any training wheels touch the ground. When I got good at doing that, I got my dad to take off one of the training wheels and kept doing the same thing until I was confident enough to take the remaining training wheel off. THEN I JOINED A BIKE GANG. |
10-17-2010, 10:11 PM | #185 (permalink) | |
love will tear you apart
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Oh good, I thought you were reacting to a comment made in jest by revealing some deep seated childhood issue in an attempt to make me look like a dick.
Glad that's not what you were doing. Quote:
I can tell you were one of the cool kids. We played cops and robbers using bikes. That's primarily a game played on foot, but we used bikes! I don't know if you have such sophisticated games like Cops and Robbers in the US, but it was great. |
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10-17-2010, 10:14 PM | #186 (permalink) | |
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10-17-2010, 10:21 PM | #187 (permalink) |
Partying on the inside
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Haha... no. We were kids. All the kids from the neighborhood decided that we would be a bike gang. We wanted to be bad ass. We had our Huffy Bandits, Mongoose wannabes, Diamonback knockoffs... and whatever knives we could steal from the kitchen so we could carry them on our person and feel bad ass.
We stabbed a frog once. We all felt bad, then decided to disband. |
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