Bring Your Own Big Wheel

I can't wait until Ian is old enough for a big wheel... so that *I* can ride it! My big wheel, a Superman model, was my mode of neighborhood transportation for much longer than it should have been when I was a kid. Long after the other kids on the street had transitioned to their training-wheel equipped bikes, I held fast onto my speed machine. The wheels were cracked, but I didn't care - I could come screaming down the small hill that was my parents street and lock those wheels for a vicious skid in the dirt patch under our basketball hoop like a champ and I was damn proud of it.

So... here's a link (via Boing Boing) to some pictures and video from the annual "Bring Your Own Big Wheel" day in sunny San Francisco.

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