When I was getting the John Deere out to mow last evening, I moved my granddaughter, Marie’s, bicycle. I took a minute to sit on the seat and remember my riding days.
In the summer, I often took a clothes pin and secured a piece of cardboard, sometimes a baseball player’s card of no importance, to the front fork of the bike. When I was rich and could afford it, I purchased balloons, blew them up, and tied them to the front bike fork. Both sounds gave indication of a “motor”, thus, converting the bike into a “real bike”—Harley style.
Of course, bicycles were the preferred mode of transportation, walking was just too slow, and anything one could do to spruce up the ride was cool. Like those handlebar streamers of multi-color plastic strands that flew in the wind. Mud flaps for the fenders. Fancy reflector pedals.
Suddenly jilted back to the real world, I remembered how hard it was riding long distances and uphill. I jumped off the bike in a sweat, jumped on the Deere and rode away. A “real ” motor powering me and yes, I did look cool.
Everything and Everybody looks “cool on a John Deere”. J. P. it’s “green” not “orange” that matters—-have a great day on your ride, regardless of color.
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