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’
How beautiful… and so different to the normal… no sign needed there…
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Thanks so much! I miss my bike now.
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Love it! and the color of the concrete is great!
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Thanks, Jeremy. It’s a cool place; people like to hang out there.
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Totally awesome shot!!
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Thanks so much!
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Gina , I think my bike was just like yours. I never played chicken
though, who would want to, with my three brothers, they would
have killed me. I also love the concrete, it’s cool. I hated those
kind of handlebars, the old ones were more my style.
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Me, too. I loved the coaster brakes and straight handlebars. What fun those old bikes were!
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