A Life Long Cyclist Turns 50

Early in the morning of March 5, 1960, my Mother postponed breakfast...at my insistence...and she, and my Father, went to the Hospital where I made my Grand Entrance into the world at exactly 8:33am.

My Mug Shot was taken 30 minutes later.

No, I then didn't hop on a tricycle, and pedal the 10 miles home. ;-D

During my first 6 months of life I had other interests than bicycling if you can believe it! ;-D

In fact I learned to walk, talk, and was potty trained, before I rode a tricycle for the first time. ;-D

There are more pictures, and thoughts, some humorous, some serious, on my other blog:

Turning the Big 50: A Celebration in Pictures