CCM, gunmetal silver, canada logo near the seat, no training wheels. I thought I was a beast because I had 3, repeat THREE, reflector lights on my back wheel (3 different colors).
My parents were the kind who told the kid: "stfu get on the bike, i didn't pay for this shit for you to be a baby and not ride it" and then would forcefully put you on and push. So, training wheels were out of the question.
I remember riding it to corner stores, picking up 5 cents gum, reading the comics on the gum wrapper, and telling those jokes to my classmates. Scraping my leg and crying like a little bitch. My pedal cutting me the fuck up when I slipped. Brakes failing, me whining like a little girl.
My parents were the kind who told the kid: "stfu get on the bike, i didn't pay for this shit for you to be a baby and not ride it" and then would forcefully put you on and push. So, training wheels were out of the question.
I remember riding it to corner stores, picking up 5 cents gum, reading the comics on the gum wrapper, and telling those jokes to my classmates. Scraping my leg and crying like a little bitch. My pedal cutting me the fuck up when I slipped. Brakes failing, me whining like a little girl.
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