When I was 11 or 12 years old, I had a bike like this only it was purple!
The memories this vintage bicycle brings back, Necie, Pattie and I were
riding down the biggest hill on our lake road one day with me on the opposite
side of them, and me screaming at the top of my lungs, "I love ______ ______"
(i won't dare say his name now, he did not feel the same about me:( ). Oh what
trouble and pain we bear all in the name of young puppy love! As I was flying
down the hill I noticed my pedals going faster than my feet and my cousin's face
as she saw me----she looked petrified! The next thing I knew, gravel was grinding
into my cheeks(ouch) and I was wondering why no one stopped me from rolling over
and over on that hot pavement...When I stopped, I remember Pattie riding off to get help
and then going to the doctor. My head swelled up like a watermelon and my face had so
many scabs that everyone thought I had impetigo! I am pretty sure I had a concussion but
the worst part was my bike.... it was doubled up, I had hit the pavement so hard that the wheel
had folded over! So young love, vintage bicycles, hot pavement and great friends. That's
what summer was for me!
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