April 30, 2008
My oldest son Nick called and insisted that I start riding my bicycle again so he could sign us up for some sort of bike race this summer in Oklahoma. I couldn’t remember if I still had a bike, much less where it might be. I did seem to remember letting it sit outside in the snow one winter because it kept getting in my way in the garage.
At one time I was quite the biker and had all the helmets, shoes, gloves, pants and miscellaneous other doo dads that every rider needed. That stuff all seems to be gone now. I’m thinking I can probably substitute my hockey equipment for the items that I really need.
I found the bike, did a thorough visual inspection on it and officially pronounced it in tip top shape… except maybe for the rusted parts. I plan to take ‘er out this weekend and see what she will do down that big hill behind our house. If the rusted brake cables should snap on the way down, I will simply shift into kamikaze mode and aim the bike into the nearest corn field.