Goldenrod1
Finally riding a big boys bike
I'm writing a story for the Whizzer newsletter. I know that some of you think that these front brakes look clumpy-clumsy (and I agree) but when my bald dome is headed for a tree, (while I am trying to pick a bug out of my eye), that square inch of surface, rubbing on a wiggling antique rim, grows in importance. When I get an original Whizzer without a Schwinn front drum brake, I sneak on one of these (Schwinn approved) safety accessories with no apologies. Even if my motorcycle helmet saves me from a brain spill, my wife (Poor Mary) and I have grown fond of my working joints, especially the one located in my lower hemisphere.
I let out this little-girl scream, each time I go stupid. The one occasion, that my three brothers are most fond of, was preceded by a dare that I wouldn't let them push me over a cliff in our old baby buggy. Our parents had carelessly left it unguarded, in our garage. The cliff wasn't any less forgiving after the steel kid protector lost a wheel and we repeated the thrill until it was like going over Niagara Falls in a half open barrel.* Try that in one of today's cramped, throw away, plastic burp-mobiles.
* No Schwinns were damaged during the making of this historic event.
I let out this little-girl scream, each time I go stupid. The one occasion, that my three brothers are most fond of, was preceded by a dare that I wouldn't let them push me over a cliff in our old baby buggy. Our parents had carelessly left it unguarded, in our garage. The cliff wasn't any less forgiving after the steel kid protector lost a wheel and we repeated the thrill until it was like going over Niagara Falls in a half open barrel.* Try that in one of today's cramped, throw away, plastic burp-mobiles.
* No Schwinns were damaged during the making of this historic event.
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