I was four years old. I had a pair of Paul Parrot shoes that my dad (Gary - shoe dept) brought home for me. They were so cool: yellow and white saddle shoes with a buckle behind the heel.

Anyway, I wanted another pair, so late one afternoon I rode my Schwinn - with training wheels - right down the center tar line. It was 4pm... back then 4pm was the end of the day for Hamilton's, Paragon, and Mirro. Cars were racing past me on both sides. Reid Rocheleau was in one of those cars. He pulled over, grabbed me out of the traffic, and threw my bike in the trunk! I was okay - until I got home.