Start ’em Young

I got my first bike when I was 7 or 8 years old. It was a baby blue banana-seated beast, that looked a lot lke the ’67 Schwinn Stingray pictured below. Santa delivered that year, though I had no idea the bike wasn’t brand new. I remember the first time I was pedaling on my own, having realized my step-father had let go of the seat; like the feeling so many have, I felt like I as flying. It wasn’t long afterwards that I was jumping that thing off of home-made kicker ramps and beating it all up. The bikes I ride today are a far cry from that old tank, but one thing remains the same: coasting away at the first of every ride still feels like flying.

The Tour of Utah is the Latest Installment in Utah’s Long Cycling History

Points along many of my regular routes pass historical cycling locations. From the Salt Palace, to Wandamere Park (now Nibley Golf Course), Utah was as caught up in cycling fever during the early 20th as any other place in the world. At one time, three velodromes existed: one at Salt Aire (constructed on the outside of the ballroom floor), one at the Salt Palace, and one at Wandamere Park. Races were held regularly and attracted crowds in the thousands. One historical shop, Guthrie Bicycle, is still in business today.

All images are used with permission from the Utah State Historical Society and are Copyright © 2001.