Friday, November 16, 2007
my blue bike
I had a bike like this while growing up. Only it was blue. I got it for Christmas. It was a beauty.
I loved riding my bike. I loved the freedom... daydreaming for hours while peddling along the country roads.
My brothers and I would see how far we could ride our bikes without touching the handlebars. I once rode all the way to York without touching the handle bars. York was one mile from our family farm. A little bitty town of a couple dozen people. I was so proud of myself.
I keep looking for a bike like this one, with a basket to decorate seasonally. I saw in a magazine where they put twinkle lights all over the bike and it glittered so magically in the snow. They filled the basket with shiney wrapped packages and sparkley big bows. Can't you just see it! I know we don't have snow in Phoenix... but I would still love to do that. Ok, so maybe someone out there will decorate an old vintage bike for Christmas and post on their blog! Let me know.
All to say, I am so thankful for memories... reflection... reminiscing.
The image of that red bike reminds me of moments and feelings of my blue bike and that makes me smile.