- May 9, 2009
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I grew up near the beach in San Diego. Long before I got my first road bike, my bike was my primary means of transportation. I usually had a beach cruiser (approximate weight: 50 pounds) or whatever I could cobble together so I'd have something to ride to the beach at night to drink on the beach. One of my best bikes was a beach cruiser that I used for my paper route: it had a big basket on the front that would hold a case of beer just perfect.
When I was in high school, I had a job at a restaurant that was about 4 miles away from my house. I'd get off work about 10 or 11pm, when traffic was light, and I'd practice riding home with no hands on the bars. I'd practice going in and out of driveways, and following the sidewalks on my route. That meant a lot of 90 degree turns, and even going off of curbs and up and down dips and hills (which weren't too big where I lived). On a good night, I could ride *all* the way home without touching my bars.
And on one quiet Saturday morning when I was riding my bike to the beach, I got a ticket from the local donut squad for riding my bike with no hands. My punishment was watching some lame movie about bike safety.
When I was in high school, I had a job at a restaurant that was about 4 miles away from my house. I'd get off work about 10 or 11pm, when traffic was light, and I'd practice riding home with no hands on the bars. I'd practice going in and out of driveways, and following the sidewalks on my route. That meant a lot of 90 degree turns, and even going off of curbs and up and down dips and hills (which weren't too big where I lived). On a good night, I could ride *all* the way home without touching my bars.
And on one quiet Saturday morning when I was riding my bike to the beach, I got a ticket from the local donut squad for riding my bike with no hands. My punishment was watching some lame movie about bike safety.