Boy Jim’s bike sure looks like my first bike. I still remember trying to take of the training wheels myself when my Dad was out of town on a business trip. I only manage to get one off and road that way with one on and one off for weeks.

The most memorable part of that bike was trying to keep the top tube on (otherwise I would be riding a sissy girl’s bike) and every time I hit a good sized bump the dang thing would come off (I think a screw was striped.) One day I am going down this hill at a good clip and hit this bump really hard, the top tube goes straight up and hits me in the chin which starts it to spin causing the other end to hit me on top of the head on its way up. Then on the way down it repeats the process in reverse. That’s when I started my campaign for a faster bike… a three speed.