My very first big girl bike was a yellow Huffy with a banana seat and plastic streamers. Pure, unadulterated awesomeness. It was a Christmas gift from Santa. As far as I was concerned, it was a Christmas miracle, a gift too over-the-top, too fantastical for a kid like me. Only fancy, rich kids got such lavish presents for Christmas, right?! When I saw it leaning by the tree Christmas morning, I did the scratch your eyes, double take, jaw drop to the floor move (like a cartoon). I must admit, that year I was on the verge of becoming a non-believer. I was certain my parents bought presents and just signed Santa’s name to the tags. But the appearance of dream bike (a bike only Santa could afford!), set me straight and believing again.