I know two things: I crave freedom and I hardly ever experience it.
I'm finding it at Momentum Bikes in Platteville, Wisconsin by rediscovering the wonderful world of bikes.
My first feeling of freedom came when my father let go of the back of my bicycle. You know what I'm talking about - glide, full tilt ahead, no stopping me now.
My second feeling came when I mastered - no hands...
How about you?
Please Post and describe your first feelings of freedom.