Ahh, the Big Wheel. Each of my brothers had one of these. Actually, I think my younger brother had a smaller version, simply called, the Little Wheel. Seems like it was blue with a red seat. The coolest thing about these were the awesome slide that happened when you were pedaling at a speed that seemed like 90 miles an hour, and then turned the wheel sharply. The plastic wheels slid so well! If you were really good, you might be able to pull off a complete 360.
Suh-weet!
They were also loud. All that hollow plastic rolling across sidewalks and gravel. And because they were so low to the ground, they were impossible to flip over. It was pretty hard to wreck one of these sturdy bad boys!
I had a bike by this age, but secretly, when my brother's weren't around, I took the BW for a little spin. I remember my knees hitting the steering wheels as I pedaled furiously down the hill in front of our house, the wind whipping through my hair.
You gotta love a toy that's name is a description of exactly what it is. Sigh. How I long for those simpler days.
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I love that you're doing this. My mom got D and J each one of these for Christmas a couple of years ago. They absolutely wore them out. We actually had to replace J's front wheel and buy D a completely neew one about a year later.
I kind of miss that they are too big to pedal them furiously around the cul-de-sac they way they used to...
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