They say you regret the things you didn’t do far more than anything you did. I know that is true for me. My first big regret happened way back in the summer of 1972. The 10 speed bike with its skinny tires and ram horn handlebars had just recently become popular. My friend Pat and I had just graduated high school and purchased a couple of 10 speeds. We were on one of our many long rides when we decided to take a break. We pulled off the road, hit some soft sand and flipped right over the handlebars. No one got hurt, which is amazing because in those days no self respecting soul would wear a helmet on a bike. That would be worse than wearing a seatbelt in the car. Anyway, we sat there licking our wounds and came up with the idea that if we put fat tires and wide handlebars on the bike along with the low gear ratio we could go anywhere and never need a road. After that we went on working our minimum wage jobs until I went into the army and he eventually went to the police academy. Fast forward 6 years and someone goes and invents something called a mountain bike. I don’t know if he got rich but I’ll bet he did better than me. We even had a friend who’s dad ran a bike shop and made custom bikes so getting a prototype made would have been a done deal. But no we never took it any farther than a little idea cooked up buy two dumb kids sitting in the dirt alongside the road.