I have been looking to buy a new bicycle for riding to work and scooting around the neighborhood. I tried a cheap Walmart 7 speed but the quick latch seat support kept collapsing. Frustrated, I returned the bike. I’ll have to spend more and get something rugged enough for my fat ass. Whenever I look at bicycles I fondly recall the best bike I ever owned. Last weekend while looking through old negatives I found a shot of that old bike. It was a single-speed, Schwinn. It was a 10th birthday present from my mother. We were living in Redwash Utah at the time so this bike saw many dirt and oil roads. When we moved to Iran the bike came with us. I used to coast down the steep hills separating upper and lower Agha Jari on it. After Iran, the bike was moved to Edmonton Canada. I rode all over the city on it. Sometimes with my younger brother on the handlebars. I even used it on ice and snow covered roads. I was still riding this bike 25 years later. It was a bit small for me as an adult but it never failed. In 25 years of riding many thousands of kilometers, I never had to replace the tires. Whenever the chain slipped off I took the bike apart. It was easy to fix and yes the seat easily supported my weight without slipping. This simple elegant machine punched well above its weight. It’s the single most satisfying mechanical device of my life so far. I would probably still be riding it except for the fact that it was destroyed in a garage fire shortly before the birth of my daughter.