This memory was added on: November 18, 2007

Like yesterday that unmistakable sound of my friends sliding around the sidewalk headed to my apartment in Dublin CA. And with a flash I yelled to my mom "I'm going outside" with one firm Kong-Fu grip on my big wheel handlebar and the other closing the door behind me. It's no surprise I went through 2 Dukes of Hazzard and At least 2 knight rider big wheels. We lived on the second floor apartment with a strait staircase of at least 30 steps and I slid me and my big wheel down those steps like I was Colt Seavers himself! I still hear the clatter made from the sidewalk gaps; and the fun I had ducking behind my night rider plastic windshield from the water of the sprinklers lining the walkways. I remember putting together my night rider the first time. All I cared about was putting that shiny red reflective strip on the front so everybody knew I was riding Kit. I got my first black eye on a big wheel. We were using our star wars light sabers as jousting sticks and I got knocked around quite a few times.

These poor kids these days. They grow up in a bubble. Half of them don't want, can't or aren't forced to play outside. I tried hard and long to find a suitable replica of a real big wheel last year. I gave up. I had to take the motors off of an old big foot just so I could go racing down Lombard street. And the worst part NO HANDBRAKE!

Just a crazy kid from the 80's

In the Little Boys, Big Wheels photo essay.