somethings never change

[gossman_imp]

I remember walking to the tire store 2 miles away to buy a rear tire for it, I ran the old one to the cords and it was very weather checked. Paid the princely sum of $14, quite a lot for a kid who worked the winter months for $1.25 an hour 6 hours a week. Most of my money came in the form of summer work i.e. haying, christmas trees, farm labor. I am not sure that I ever really spent much time washing the bike, I ran it everywhere I could, street, woods, fields, gas was .25 cents a gallon and that little engine was pretty economical. Those boots were a necessity since I couldn't afford to get my tennis shoes dirty. Kids are missing out today IMO, I learned a lot about engines and mechanicals with that bike. My dad wasn't a guy who worked on stuff and was gone a lot anyway so I taught myself to do the work, right down to replacing tires and installing tubes. I even flipped the silly thing upside down and aligned the spokes, not different than the bicycles that I scrounged then. That farmer that let me dig it out of the barn ( I did feed his animals for a week later when they were out of town as a favor for the bike) did a lot for me by giving me that bike. And it's interesting that the police never really made it to big a deal with me as an underaged 14 year old running around town on a bike that wasn't licensed.



Me today and my new to me red Honda, I am really enjoying this bike, almost too much!