in message <[email hidden]>, Bill
(') said:My first bike came out of a scrap yard. One lad would stay outside and
the rest of us little tykes would lob bits we wanted over the fence for
him to
stack up and stop them getting nicked! I am going back to the 1950's
though. Anyhow, my bike was heavy, had a single speed, holes in the
tyres patched with bits of leather, and lots of rust on the frame and
wheels, but it was mine, and I had many happy rides on it, and, like the
kids seen by
the OP, lots of fun. That bike, little more really than a wreck, started
a
lifelong love of bikes and cycling. Perhaps one of those kids enjoying
their BSO's will also develop a love of cycling.
My first bike was bought for ten shillings from a junk shop; I was
thirteen. It had a sturmey archer 3 speed, rod brakes, 28 inch wheels. It
was massive - I was already over six foot at that age, but even with its
saddle at the lowest I could barely get on it. It had been wartime army
issue, and it had been black, but by the time I got it the predominant
colour was rust. That bike was a freedom machine. I loved it.
Looking back at it now it was a hideous heap of [censored], but I didn't know
any better at the time!
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The trouble with Simon is that he only opens his mouth to change feet.
;; of me, by a 'friend'