I remember my first "real" bike. Who knows what brand it was, but one thing I'll never forget is the awesome paint job. It was a silvery metallic color, that seemed to change colors when the light shined at just the right angle.
I was in elementary school and living in the Far West End of Richmond. We lived in an up-and-coming neighborhood, with lots of undeveloped lots. My bike was my mode of transportation and exploration. I vividly remember riding through the woods in between our neighborhood streets. At the time the woods seemed huge, but today they really are nothing more than a cropping of 50 or so trees. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that my bike did it's job, it helped me explore and began my love for the outdoors.
What are some of your memories with your first bike?