I am not sure how old I was but there was a time when I was growing up where me, mom and dad along with a few other folks would hit the open roads of Lilesville. What a great town to ride your bike in too I might add... being it's such a small country town. We had a lot of fun when we all went riding. Of course the grown ups would talk about whatever flowed out their mouths but me and my buddies were all about trying to ride wheelies or you know... some type of showing off. I was also practicing my S.T.O.P. which means- sliding tires on pavement. That there is a Pearl Bunn original... I tell ya ... you should have seen us... Dad's bike was tricked out with a sky blue frame and fenders that almost went around the whole wheel while mom had the forest green frame sporting a little rust with the fenders, bull horn handle bars and a basket attached to the front. Now you tell me we weren't riding in style.
One evening, I remember getting chased by a big dog while we were out. It scared me enough to stop riding so dad made a batch of liquid burn-the-living-crap- out of your eyes. I don't know what was in it but it worked!!
You know what though, I was tickled to see Shelly get her a bike. It made me think about all those times when we use to get together and go riding. I hope she enjoys riding as much as I think she will cause I hear them open roads calling out...way down in that old country town... I call home.
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