I got a shitty Huffy from Kmart in first grade. I had to keep riding it for years after I outgrew it. When I got into high school it was finally replaced by a piece of shit from Costco. The rear axle snapped when I hopped off of a curb and into the street. My piece of shit dad wouldn’t get it fixed and I couldn’t get it to the shop myself because I couldn’t drive.
After we moved to Colorado I went through a phase of waking up, eating a light breakfast, doing a hippy speedball, then biking past pastures and a lake. Eventually I got sick of high winds and the oppressive sunlight and now I do all my cycling in a dark and air-conditioned gym as God intended. Unless I move somewhere without lots of sunny days I’ll never ride a bike outdoors again. And I’m happy about that