Originally Posted by Gordon P

My first cycling memory, after mastering my tricycle that is, is my dad coming home from work with training wheels so he could teach me how to ride a bike. After supper he attached the training wheels to my new to me bike and I took off in a flash down my street with the training wheels hitting the pavement.

My father had to drop out of school at grade 8 to help support his family after his dad had a bad industrial accident. One of his first jobs was to deliver vegetables by bicycle around Winnipeg’s city centre.

I sure miss him.

Happy fathers day to all the dads out there!

Gordon p