Freedom from My Parents & Clingy little Sister
I don’t remember if the “Reflex” was my first or second bike. What I do recall vividly, however, is what that bike meant to 8 year old me. It was freedom from the constant gaze of my parents and independence from my clingy younger sister. I would leave each night after dinner and meet my best friend on the corner. We would roam the seemingly endless maze of cul de sacs in our housing development in Idaho Falls. We would ride to the park with the fountain you could climb in the winter when they had turned the water off. We would follow the concrete lined canals, fighting thick clouds of mosquitos, and chase the older boys with braces. That summer also stands out because at its end we packed up our little beige Toyota and left Idaho for my dad’s new job on the East Coast. I had to leave the best friend that I’d known since I was 2, and who I’d ridden with every day during the last summer of my life in Idaho.