Passions of Youth

When I was younger I had a boyfriend who was mad about biking. He grew up on one (as his whole family rode) and he rode from the time he was only 6. Needless to say he was quite good at it. And I as a passenger rode with him on many adverntures (up the east coast, and down the west coast.. camping along the way.. It was great fun, and when I see a bike now I can still feel the wind on my face and my hair blowing in the wind.