I had an all chrome and black pads Diamondback bike with black mags, and the scar tissue on my knees and elbows to prove it.

The road I always wanted to fly down was Harwood Rd (SW end on the Los Gatos side) ever since 1982-3 when I saw Woz's house under construction but didn't realize who that was. Harwood's steepness was an obsessive objective for maximizing bicycle and skateboard speed when I was 5-6 and the local roads and sidewalks in front of my house were somewhat uneven. This was an era when many San Jose and Los Gatos residential streets were smooth blacktop and not yet besmirched with a very rough, gray aggregate bonded topcoat hostile to bicycles and especially skateboards.

(Later, I had a steel frame Miyata that was perpetually too small for me extended by ever-increasing handlebar and seat extension risers. (It was eventually stolen in Davis CA the only time I forgot to lock it. Its wheels had slime tubes and Kevlar linings to defeat California's omnipresent goatheads.))

When I grew older, I would fly down Bernal Rd (down from IBM) on the Miyata and Hicks Rd (on the back side before Alamitos Rd) with my best friend. Hicks Rd has/had a grade so ridiculously steep and pavement so uneven, I had to sit on my bike rack to avoid tumbling over the handlebars. In adult life, I found out he became a Christian metal/rock performer and had an insanely hot SO... that's cool and to each, their own.

In recent years in the midst of my mid-life (crisis?) I found that Kaabo King GT Pro goes 60 mph (96 kmh) while standing. I had to have that. It turned out to be (almost) true (57 mph (92 kmh) on a slight downhill, but I'm probably double the weight it was designed to carry). And it did fly around Austin downtown and surrounding areas 2020-2024.

If I was near the Bonneville Salt Flats as a kit, I would've probably been obsessed with building rocket-powered wagons and bikes. Sadly, all we kids had was gravity and the potential energy of short hills and later, some small mountains. I'm guess that was a blessing because there are sensible risk appetites. There's a bathtub of reasonableness between completely risk-adverse and (un)knowingly Darwin award. The former is result of helicopter parents who turned kids' parks into boring, perfectly-safe, plastic "paradises" no one goes to when there were uneven, redwood telephone pones to jump on, a semi-enclosed vertical steel maze about 15' tall with 3' horizontal sections to crawl up, and a real retired Korean Era jet in a sandbox. None of that cool stuff remains.

These days, my current neighbor won't even let their almost adult son use an electric hedge trimmer because "ooh, too dangerous!" but they gave him an offroad 125cc motorcycle (I would've died for one of those)... which doesn't make any sense at all.