I must have been about 10 or 11 when I got my first set of wheels. The deal was simple. I do well at school, and that summer, I get to be the boss of the road! So I delivered the goods and went on to claim my prize. She was a Beaut! Cobalt Blue that shimmered in the sun, a glorious slash of white across the frame, fat wheels and chrome and steel doodads guaranteed that I was the envy of the neighbourhood. Schweet! One problem though. I didn’t know how to ride a bicycle. Best