This is my grandmother's 1975 Schwinn Suburban, part of a pair she bought with my grandfather the year after I was born. She gave my grandfather's bike away when the stem bolt came loose and she thought it was broken. She gave this to me and my wife at least a decade ago. She would literally give you the shirt off her back if she felt you needed it more.
Years ago we installed a child seat and it carried my children as toddlers. Yesterday it carried my wife to my grandmother's funeral. It was a beautiful day, and it was a beautiful ride. She will always be with us, and so will the bike.
