First bike memories...my Dad built my bike himself from parts he gathered, and I got it for Christmas when I was five, he put it on the roof because "it was too big for Santa to get it down the chimney."
A few years later my friends were all getting the Sting-Ray style bikes. Somehow without me knowing, Dad
took my bike to a neighbor's garage, painted it British Racing Green, put on chrome fenders, a banana seat,
and high-rise handlebars. It was on the roof again for Christmas but I thought it was a brand-new bike. Till
the neighbor's teenage son (cue Eddie Haskell-voice) tells me, "ya know, that's your OLD bike, your Dad just
put new stuff on it in our garage." I called him a God-damned liar and told him to get out of our
yard!
