Seeing these teens on their bicycles, all with balloon tires, and hanging out with friends, really took me back to being a teen again! Not that I would EVER want to go through that age again! Once was enough, thank you very much. But I just thought of those days and bicycles. In the 1950's when I had a bicycle, it was a bicycle that I got from somone because it was broken and I learned to how to fix it - the coaster brake was a usual problem, or crank arm ball bearing problems or bent wheels. And my bike always had balloon tires. I thought those tires were long gone, but I guess not. My bicycle was my magic carpet that took me everywhere. A bicycle was freedom for me back then!
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Either riding bikes or walking, we roamed the neighborhood! It was great. We just had to be home for lunch and dinner. We were so lucky! Betsey
Ditto to Betsey's comment. Wonderful freedom growing up.
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