When I was a kid, I chewed a lot of bubble gum.
Used to get pictures of Baseball players, in the pack. I had most, of the great ballplayers cards. Probably, would be worth something today, if I didn't put them in the spokes of my bike.
In the summer, I would spend my vacation, in the country, at my Aunt and Grandmother's house.
I got to bring, my bike with me. KOOL.
Now, I can really see what this bike will do. Were talking, highway roads, without traffic. Not like riding in the city. This particular day, my aunt Katherine, says to me, don't go too far, supper will be ready in 30 minutes. OK, I won't go far.
I decided, to take a ride to the creek.
Just a couple miles, down the rode.
I kinda spent, too much time, than I wanted.
Now I gotta haul a$$.
I'm pedaling this bike as fast as my legs will go.
No traffic. I looked down at my speedometer, and I'm doing 35 mph. WOW, I'm moving. I look up, and
too late too stop. I ran into the back bumper, of a parked 1954 Buick. Let me tell you, that F-en hurt .
I landed on the roof, and ended up on the hood.
Them Buick's, had lots of chrome om them. My knees and arms had the most rash. I climbed down, and checked to make sure, all my body parts, were still attached. My one leg was messed up, and I couldn't put much weight on it.
I sat there for a few minutes, to gather my thoughts, and remembered the 30 minute supper. Holy Crap, my Aunt is gonna be mad.
I picked up the bike, and tried to straighten it up, and both forks were bent.
It wouldn't roll.
I had to drag the bike home, about a half mile.
I just know, she's gonna be mad.
When I finally made it, to the back yard, she ran out, and started to ball me out, but when she looked at me, she thought I got hit by a car. She brought me in the house, and doctored me up, and I ate supper, a little late, and she took care of me. She was my favorite aunt.
Couple days later, my father came, and took the bike, back to our house, in the city.
Oh well.
SPEED, It gets you, every time.