I remember the way the Purple Machine Smelled

Kristie Cranford - Henderson, NV

I remember the way the Purple Machine Smelled

I remember my first bike, almost even the way it smelled. It was in the 70's. My Dad took me to a local hardware store and he bought it for me there.  Purple.  Metallic. Banana seat with purple and white tassles.  I could smell the vinyl of the seat, rubber of the gigantic tires.  It had purple reflectors on the spokes.  I remember crying when I sold it at a yard sale when I had outgrown it.  I have fond memories.  I now ride a Specialized.  Me and my bike have both grown up, but I will never forget my "Purple Machine". (the picture is not of my bike, but a close resemblance I found online)

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