In the Beginning
Yes, my mother bought my first bike, which must be unique. Anything to gain points, I suppose, after ditching five kids to live with the Hippies. My father and step-mother weren’t keen, but saw the logic.
LIKE MOST RIDERS, my start on powered two-wheelers had humble and practical origins. Iwas suffering when America was supposedly Great before, a skinny, mouthy egghead of queerish attire (Bowie was my hero) and no interest in sports... all of which marked me as a target in the simian hothouse of High
