Both bikes are beautiful. I was always jealous of the kids that had them. My first real bike (still trying to remember
what it was, Ross or Schwinn) was stolen the first day I rode it to school in 3rd grade. After that my friends and I
would build bikes from the dump parts. Early mechanic years. Wouldn't trade that, but damn I can't tell you how
I felt standing there at the bike rack on that windy day, looking around and waiting for someone to come peddling
back with my "Blue Flame", saying something like, "Nice bike Pete. I just wanted to take it for a spin. Here you go."
In my mind I'm still standing there, waiting. (Pink Floyd wind noise here.) 🥲 Some time later when I was in Jr. High
the Iverson Factory opened a few miles from our house on Long Island and we did the tour. Mom and Dad surprised
me that Christmas with a new bike. Kept two locks on that one. 😆 We'd shoot bottle rockets out of the frame pipe.
Don't remember the model of that one either. I think Iverson was short lived after that factory. We dumpster dived
Iverson's for parts once and nearly got caught. I was so scared I never went back. The cool kids didn't care. 😎
So yeah, these two here are real survivors. Keep 'em safe and clean. Mean machines! Yeah! Diggin' 'em.