Back when I was little and my Dad raced mountain bikes, cycling was a big part of me growing up. I remember building my first bike with my dad (well watching him) in our garage. He got this frame for me and built it with components we had in the "parts box"
This was the first real mountain bike I terrorized the neighborhood and local trails with. Yes, cool speckle? paint and I had to have my name on it which was printed out by my neighbor. I learned how to build a bike at that time and all I seem to remember is playing and adjusting and customizing, until I out grew that frame and moved on to a new bike..
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