Giant bicycles

Today's giant bicycles withstand the test of time

There are several Giant bicycles in my backyard and garage. Those deep blue Giant bicycles my younger brothers used to use to race around the town, fantasizing that they were riding sport bikes and could jump over canyons and hills whenever they wanted. It made my dad nuts, racing after them while they were on their Giant bicycles, screaming at them to stay away from the big ramps the other kids in the neighborhood had and to stop riding their Giant bicycles through the wheat fields down the street from our house.

The Giant bicycles I had were always fluorescent pink. I’m no frilly, prissy girl and never liked pink, but that hot pink on my Giant bicycles was awesome. Everyone noticed me on my Giant bicycles. It got people starting. It was hot. After he was done chasing my brothers, my father would try to put together some bike kits and get me to ride them. He’d paint them in almost any color blue he could since that was my favorite color, but I didn’t want them. I just wanted my Giant bicycles.

No high-end sport bikes or bike kits for me, I just wanted those Giant bicycles in that awesome pink color. All I needed were my Giant bicycles. All I wanted was a little independence, a little time away from the family, and I could easily get that when I was on my Giant bicycles.