I did the Davis Double, the Terrible Two, all the centuries (Almaden, Sequoia, Mill Valley, Grizzly, Mt.
By the late 1970s I was getting into long-distance riding, 100 miles, 200 miles, living in northern California and doing triathlons as well. But the Shimano set never wore out and worked fine. Then, in the mid-70s, I got a Nishiki equipped with Shimano, which was cheap but good stuff, no name value at all, it was all Campagnolo if you wanted brand name. I got a Schwinn Continental, kind of a crimson, and kept it all through college and afterward. In high school the Euro bike craze hit the states - skinny tired, 10-speed bikes suddenly were available in the U.S. About two weeks later, I broke my front axle. Once my Dad caught me riding down a bunch of stairs on it and warned me that I could break an axle doing that.
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Even after getting my driver’s license I can remember riding that bike. That bike I rode everywhere in Lynnwood, north of Seattle, where our family lived while I went to junior high and high school. Later I got a Schwinn Sting Ray, red and white. Seattle in the late 1950s was a very different kind of place. I also wore no helmet and never thought twice about getting hit by a car. I can’t ever remember locking my bike up, there was no need.
A gang of us used to ride downtown, a distance of about 8 to 10 miles, and watch movies. It may have been made out of plumbing conduit but I loved it. It had no decals, no name, and was a bit big for me. I got it for my third-grade Christmas present. My first bike was a custom fat-tire special, built by hand by my grandfather in Seattle.
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