I'm talking about your first two wheeler. Not the fixed wheel trike you cycled rounf the front room. Your first proper bike? The christmas or birthday present you had probably identified well before "that special day" and nagged, conspired, schemed and cajoled your parents until the unrelenting "buy me a bike" paid off. Or you may have saved up all you hard earned pocket or paper round money to get. Maybe it was an old rusting frame with flat tyres and brakes that either didn't work or were seized against the rim so you had to peddle twice as hard to keep up with the rest. For me it meant independence... I could go anywhere... I was free! I was gone... from dawn to dusk (on non school days) my parents didn't see me... And on rainy days I was pulling the bike apart and putting it back together or building a new on from scrap yard parts. What was your first bike and what did mean to you?