Mine is a KHS BMX bike from 1978. It was dark red, with bright yellow pads. It wasn't my first bike, but it was my first new bike, and the first one that I bought with my own money.
Just down the street from my parent's house there was a field that some of the neighborhood kids had carved a BMX track into. I wanted to ride the course so badly, but my bike at the time was an old muscle bike from the late 60's that was a hand-me-down from my brothers. Not exactly built to take the jumps and whoop-de-do's that were scattered around the track. I asked Mom and Dad for a bike, and in typical parent fashion, they didn't see the need to go spend almost $200 on a new bike when the one I had worked "just fine". I was told that If I wanted a new bike, I would need to save up my money, and buy it myself.
So, that's what I did. I saved my allowances, and became almost obsessive about collecting aluminum cans for recycling - in Utah in the late 70's, there was a big aluminum recycling movement. Every Saturday, a semi truck would pull up in a nearby store parking lot, and people would line up to hand over their bags of aluminum for cash. I was a regular there, filling up garbage cans with my week's haul of aluminum to be weighed, and exchanged for the money that would help me get my bicycle.
I don't remember how long it took, but I know that my parents were surprised when I came to them and said that I had the money and wanted to go get my bike. We went down to the local bike shop and picked out the perfect one. I rode that bike everywhere.
Me with my KHS, and Hoover with "The Wheel" in my back yard.
I wish I had a better picture, but I couldn't find one.
I wish I still had it, I rode it for years, but eventually, bikes slipped down on the scale of importance and what was once my pride and joy became a permanent fixture in the garage.
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