|From Tree Hugger|
For many people, a quintessential childhood memory is one of finding a bicycle under the Christmas tree. One generation dreamed of a shiny Schwinn balloon-tired bikes; the next yearned for three-speed "English racers." Then there were those who lusted after slick-tired "Choppers" or "low-riders" or cruisers with sweeping curves--and, later, ten-speeds, which seemed as fast and exotic as sports cars.
If you've ever found a bicycle under the tree on Christmas morning, you know that nothing--not even getting that custom frame you'd been dreaming about--is ever quite as exciting. Perhaps things are different for the current generation, but for mine, and those that came earlier, a new bike was the ne plus ultra of rewards Santa (a.k.a., Mom, Dad or other adult) bestowed upon you for being a good little boy or good little girl. Not that I was ever either one... ;-] In fact, as an adult, I was once given a bike for Christmas for being naughty, if you know what I mean!
So, dear readers: I'd love to hear about the bikes you got, or gave, for the holidays.