My First Fixie

I had one of these, in fact I had two. The front wheel would get flat

spots from continuously locking it up in the same position. The second one I had was a hand me down from my Mom's friend's son.

I remember one time, back in Jersey, I was riding my bike and I

suppose I decided to play chicken with this kid Carl who was on a big wheel. Carl was two years older and much bigger that I was. He didn't

like the fact that I aimed right at him on my bike and swerved away

at the last second to avoid him. We got into a fist fight and I

needed to be rushed to the dentist. I lost.

I hear Carl is in prison for counterfeiting money. I won.