What would a kid’s summer be without a bike as their primary mode of transportation? Besides riding to friend’s houses or to the carry-out for candy (why don’t they carry Fun Dip????), we would daredevil it over the dirt hills across the street from my house, where new homes were being built. Some of the hills were pretty steep; there were wipeouts galore.
The bike pictured here is not the one I rode back then, but some of the boys we used to hang with in the neighborhood had banged-up dirt bikes not unlike this one, and we would give them a try sometimes.
If there is one thing that this bike does NOT do, it is travel at high speed.
I was hanging out with my sister for a bit today. Her husband’s childhood home is in my neighborhood, so he came riding over from there on this old bike that had belonged to his sister, circa 1975. We laughed our asses off, then someone suggested that I take a picture of the bike. I aim to please!
In the early to mid nineties, I used to be a biking fool. I could not get enough. The shoes, the gloves, the helmet, even the unflattering shorts – I had them all.
If it’s colorful, I WILL take a picture of it – even if it is a red-hot mess of potential junk. Key West is full of bright colors/interesting stuff, so for me it is photo subject heaven!