A few weeks ago. Last year we went to an auction and John bought be a bike from the 1950s. It needs tires, so I can't ride it very much until we put tires on it.
Ummm...4 or 5 years ago? I bought one, went on a dirt trail, went the wrong way on a ditch and bent the wheel. Then a year later when I moved into my new apartment with B it got stolen.
You know that saying "It's like riding a bicycle"? I don't think it's true. I'm quite certain that if I tried to ride a bike today I would die almost instantly.