Boris
Old fat tired rider
Long ago, (and with the managers permission, amazingly enough), my friends and I threw a couch off the 5th floor balcony of the apartment building where we were living. I remember watching it flip end over end, in slow motion, for what seemed to be an eternity (drugs). The ground was it's demise, and a good time was had by all (except the couch).
Then there was the time, and I remember this vividly, being about 4 years old, emptying out my dresser drawers and tossing everything out my 2nd story bedroom window. Bobby and Jimmy Cutietta, my next door neighbors, were standing in their driveway, catching my clothes and laughing all the while. That is, until my mother had to come along and spoil the fun.
What does this have to do with Schwinn? Well I think either Jimmy or Bobby might have owned a Schwinn, but I can't say for sure.
Then there was the time, and I remember this vividly, being about 4 years old, emptying out my dresser drawers and tossing everything out my 2nd story bedroom window. Bobby and Jimmy Cutietta, my next door neighbors, were standing in their driveway, catching my clothes and laughing all the while. That is, until my mother had to come along and spoil the fun.
What does this have to do with Schwinn? Well I think either Jimmy or Bobby might have owned a Schwinn, but I can't say for sure.
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