It cost fifty cents

Sheila Finley - Santa Monica, CA

It cost fifty cents

I was about eight years old in the city of Chicago. It was a boys bicycle. I remember my feet barely touching the pedals. It cost fifty cents and I had to share it with my two brothers. A few years later, I remember racing an adult neighbor on our bikes around our block. I won!

My favorite place when I lived in Pacific Palisades was to ride down the hill, starting on San Vicente and 7th Street in Santa Monica. To this day, I can still feel the exhilaration of that run down to the Pacific Coast Highway. Nowadays, my bike riding is cruising on Santa Monica's Bike Path. I love being close to the ocean when I ride my bike. Some of my daring has become more interested in safety as I cruise the bike path early in the day before the crowds. My big hill thrill now, is going down the hill at Ocean Ave. at Bicknell Ave. in Santa Monica to the beach bike path. I let out a few roars as I go down.

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