This is a bicycle rack in front of a restaurant that I’ve been to often and never even noticed it. Normally I park in a different spot but today there it was … right in front of me. The designer made it look somewhat old and yet new because the handlebars look like a 10-speed. Photographing this made me think of my first bicycle when I was about eight years old. It was the classic Pee Wee Herman style with fenders, fat tires and all, and I absolutely loved that bike! Me and my bike spent many happy days riding the brick streets of Marysville, Kansas (yes, that’s where I hail from originally).
My best friend and I would play chicken and unfortunately for me, no one chickened out so my front fender got rather crinkled a few times. I would take it to my Grandpa; he would scold me, but then pound out the dents. (I, to this very day, think I had the best Grandpa in the entire cosmos). We had an arrangement … he wouldn’t tell my Mom if I promised to stop playing chicken. Uh, that didn’t work out so well, but that’s a story for another day – lol!
I wish I still had the bike but if I close my eyes, I can see it plain as day, feel my feet on the pedals and the vibration of riding on those brick streets. I knew where every crack in the bricks was and how to swerve around them. Wow! What a feeling! Namaste’