Giant bikes

Today's giant bikes only improve with age

I know there are a few Giant bikes sitting in my garage right now. The pitch black Giant bikes my little brothers used to ride around the neighborhood, pretending they were sport bikes and could jump whatever they wanted. It drove my dad crazy, chasing after them on those Giant bikes, yelling at them to get away from the ramps down the street and to quit riding their Giant bikes through the cornfields across the street.

My Giant bikes were always hot pink. I was never a girly-girl, but that hot pink on the Giant bikes was irresistible. It got you noticed. It got people looking. It was the best color for any Giant bikes, but especially for a girl. My dad loved to get bike kits and customize bikes – he tried a bunch of times to get me to ride one of the bikes he’d built. He even painted those bike kits in electric blue, dark blue, royal blue, every shade of blue since he knew it was my favorite color. But it didn’t matter, because they weren’t Giant bikes.

I wanted my Giant bikes, and I wanted them in hot pink. It didn’t matter that blue was my favorite color. They may not have been top-of-the-line sport bikes, but my Giant bikes were all I needed. I just wanted to get away from the house, feel a little independence, go out on my own for a few hours. My Giant bikes gave me that.