I managed to get in a lot of riding all over this greasy planet without being able to loft a wheel and knock out a few pedal strokes. I could get it up enough to get over rocks and log-piles but never recovered the grace to see that angled front wheel spinning slowly in front of my face for one-two-three pedal strokes. Until last weekend. After some 50 years, I got my wheelie mojo back. Dirty Words: My Wheelie Mojo--Lost and Found.