Awesome birthday. I was five or six and my parents bought me a Schwinn Stingray five-speed with banana seat and chopper handlebars complete with tassels. It was so big my feet barely touched the pedals. I grew into it and spent the happiest memories of my childhood tearing around the neighborhood, poppin’ wheelies, sitting in the driveway with Scott Borg watching cars bottom out on the dip at the end of the block, giving a 1 to 10 rating for the girls and the cars that drove by, and Delivering the Des Moines Tribune.

Best bike ever. Ever.