I loved my bike. It was a boys' bike, Dad traded for it and painted it silver. I learned to ride it in 10 inch deep sand (no training wheels!) then we moved back to Utah. I rode everywhere. Most of the time to the Power Dam where we swam and slid over the sandstone and wore out the bottom of our swimsuit, and once to the Colorado river with a younger boy whom I'd baby sat, but he wanted to go, so we did.

I only stopped riding it when I got my first car. But I tried riding my son's bike and the wheel went into a ditch and the bike threw me over the handlebars! Since then, I've not been inclined to try!