sevenfourate
Devotee of OCD
- Location
- Lowestoft, Suffolk
Come on then; crud outside here - so lets all reminisce a little (WITH PICS ! - even if that's of a likeness as mine is.) about our first true-loves.
Circa 1984. I was a mere 12 years old. I had a bike i'd been handed-down by my Cousin. It did everything a bike should - and most certainly gave me the gift of freedom. But the freedom was the excitement - there was no passion over the bike itself. I'd already crazed my parents for a BMX over at least one previous Birthday and Christmas to no avail. Eventually my prolonged tantrums sunk in. And a Kalkoff Spitfire BMX:; fresh out of the front window display of the local LBS (And that i'd drooled over many a trip home from school) arrived Man i loved that thing. And it started a 'BMX lifestyle' for quite a number of years thereafter. Good times....
Circa 1984. I was a mere 12 years old. I had a bike i'd been handed-down by my Cousin. It did everything a bike should - and most certainly gave me the gift of freedom. But the freedom was the excitement - there was no passion over the bike itself. I'd already crazed my parents for a BMX over at least one previous Birthday and Christmas to no avail. Eventually my prolonged tantrums sunk in. And a Kalkoff Spitfire BMX:; fresh out of the front window display of the local LBS (And that i'd drooled over many a trip home from school) arrived Man i loved that thing. And it started a 'BMX lifestyle' for quite a number of years thereafter. Good times....
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