I was never much of a bike rider.....it takes a lot of energy to ride a bike in Texas when it is 110F in the shade. However, when I was around 12 my Grandmother took me to Montgomery Wards where they had a big bike dept and told me to pick out any one I wanted. I looked and looked and picked one like this, a Columbia. Hard to recall just exactly, but I think it had a two speed shifter?
That bike got a real workout that Spring and Summer. There was a dirt road/cow trail near our house that went to the next town 6 miles away and near the end was a spring fed stock pond where the owner allowed us to fish and swim. It was a lovely little pond, tree lined and the water near the back end where the spring fed it was ice cold. Swimming after a long hot dusty ride was wonderful! I would often have a buddy on the back and we would both pedal together to get up a couple of steep hills.
The pond was full of the biggest Sun Perch I have ever seen, and they were delicious! Two kids on a bike, fishing poles and gear, and 6 miles of dusty road one way. We went at least 2-3 times a week all Summer. The bike held up very well, never a problem that I recall, and though not a fast bike, it was sturdy and "got 'er done"!
The next Summer my Grandad bought me a Sears Moped and once I got a motor under me I don't recall ever riding a bike again!
I put over 12K miles on that Moped in the first 6 months I had it. I went everywhere! My friends had them too and we rode together daily. went to the city, went out in the country, went everywhere...night and day! It was my road to total freedom, I could go anywhere anytime and often did! Sometimes I would be gone for days, visiting the pool halls and low life areas of the city and getting an education that guided me through a lifetime of living on the edge.
I think my Mom must have thanked my Granddad a million times....if I wasn't home, I was trouble somewhere else!
Next came more bike good fortune....My next door neighbor, Ricky (you remember Ricky...right?) had an older cousin that lived with them for a couple of years. Corky was a most handsome guy, and a real ladies man of the first class.....we used to sit around for hours and listen to his conquest stories with wide eyes and drooling mouths......but that's another story...or stories.....Well, Corky slipped up and got a rich mans daughter pregnant and since she was under age, Corky was in big trouble. There was rumor an arrest warrant was imminent and Corky needed to flee to his original home in New York City where he could find sanctuary and avoid prosecution in Texas, where he might be hung?
Problem was, it came at a time he was dead broke and he had only hours to flee. He did have a shiny almost new Triumph TR-6, the envy of every kid in town....clear title and in perfect like new condition. He offered to sell it, but for more cash than any of us had. I fired up his panic with a story about the cops calling my house and asking if anyone had seen Corky lately? I had $100. in cash...he took it and I got the title. Off to the bus station to send Corky to New York City....we never saw him again.
I could write a book about my adventures with the TR-6....and it wasn't just Corky's good looks that created all of his exciting stories.......girls all wanted to ride on a big fast machine.
So that first Columbia led to bigger and faster machines...and a life of adventure and crime. Remember this when purchasing a bike for your kids, you could be aiding their delinquency and setting up a life of misery and concern...for yourself and others...but a life of fun and joy for your kids!
Yep, those were the days!
Old guys have lots of stories, this has been one of them. Otis say it has far exceeded my limit for the day, so fear not that there will be another...at least not today!
Regards!
BTW- Years later I discovered that Corky ended up as a broker on Wall Street, became filthy rich and continued his legendary conquests of the finest women on earth. I never doubted that he would go far, he was handsome, smart, and charismatic...and he had a lucky charm. When he was Mgr of a little Howard Johnson mini fast food place on the Dallas Ft Worth Turnpike, Elvis stopped there and ate, and gave Corky his half smoked cigar butt, promising it would bring good luck to him. I got to hold it once...made my day!
Maybe gave me a little good luck too?