I’ve stated before that before April 2008, the only bike I’ve owned as an adult was a cheap mountain bike that broke every time that I rode it. I imagine that I rode it less than 10 miles.
However, my ex-wife was helping me scan pictures over the weekend, and I found a picture of my wife in our bedroom, in 1995, with what appears to be a mountain bike in the corner.
I have no memory of this bike. I briefly didn’t own a car not long after this picture was taken, but I lived about 1.5 miles from work, and I walked. I didn’t ride a bike. It’s quite odd that the bike is in my bedroom, yet I have no memory of it. My daughters were too young to ride it at the time, and my ex-wife hates bicycles, so it had to be mine.
It’s just really strange that I can’t remember it.