I found this scan this morning while rummaging through some old files on my computer. I think my Dad took this pic in about 1981 or 82 maybe. My parents found that bike in the bottom of the Columbia Rver while scuba diving. It wasn't new and shiny like most of the other kids had, but goddamn I rode the hell out of it and loved every minute of it.
Now I'm 32 years old, a whole lot bigger and I ride a big fancy version of that contraption I grew up on. I'm still enjoying every damn minute of it.
Now I'm 32 years old, a whole lot bigger and I ride a big fancy version of that contraption I grew up on. I'm still enjoying every damn minute of it.