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My First Bike (First one I remember anyway)
Bicycles (in fact just about everything) were expensive in 1970s New Zealand. My Dad ‘did-up‘ this old shopper for me in a fetching shade of puke-purple. The rusty mudguards were sanded down and painted over. White-wall tyres scrubbed clean. Sissy-bar, purple metal-flake banana-seat and ape-hangers added. Man I loved that bike, rode it to school, rode it everywhere, it was so comfortable.
Best practice was attaining maximum-speed on wet grass and laying down the biggest ‘broady’ possible. You know, speedway style, totally sideways with the inside foot off the pedal and skimming the surface. That was living!
My First Bike (First one I remember anyway)
Bicycles (in fact just about everything) were expensive in 1970s New Zealand. My Dad ‘did-up‘ this old shopper for me in a fetching shade of puke-purple. The rusty mudguards were sanded down and painted over. White-wall tyres scrubbed clean. Sissy-bar, purple metal-flake banana-seat and ape-hangers added. Man I loved that bike, rode it to school, rode it everywhere, it was so comfortable.
Best practice was attaining maximum-speed on wet grass and laying down the biggest ‘broady’ possible. You know, speedway style, totally sideways with the inside foot off the pedal and skimming the surface. That was living!