A Breeze, Instead of a Drudgery

William Hofsess - Aurora, CO

A Breeze, Instead of a Drudgery

My first bike: I had tricycles, but my first 2 wheeled bike was a red paperboy's bike my dad brought home one night. We put training wheels on it and I practiced riding it. When we took those off I couldn't believe how it performed. All of the sudden trips to the drug store instead of drudgery were a breeze. Every once in awhile, I'd soup it up by filling the tires at the gas station. After topping off the tires it became high performance again. One time I over filled one of the tires. When I rolled off from the station my rear tire blew. I flagged down the local cop. He threw it in his then empty trunk and drove me home. My dad and I from time to time would take off all the parts we could and mask the others to spray paint it. It came red, but first we painted it blue. Blue was the coolest color till we painted it white. When I got tired of white, we rattle canned it red again. I found out how much self-propelled speed was and how much it hurt to fall on your hands in the gravel pedaling down hill as fast as you can. I don't know what happened to that bike when I out grew it, but I'd like to.

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