tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post2134301675864811308..comments2024-02-26T00:38:41.733-05:00Comments on Jollett Etc.: Sepia Saturday: My One and OnlyWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-31762297252967484522012-08-17T01:23:59.797-04:002012-08-17T01:23:59.797-04:00My spine is of some concern to me and biking doesn...My spine is of some concern to me and biking doesn't sit well with it...<br />:/~ <br />HUGZBruno Lalibertéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-44751088263783260242012-08-15T07:20:54.520-04:002012-08-15T07:20:54.520-04:00Oh yes, I remember those bigger trikes -- always f...Oh yes, I remember those bigger trikes -- always fun to stand behind and hang on. I'm surprised you're not more of a bike enthusiast because your city looks like a great place to enjoy at a slower pace. Then again, if I had a terrible fall that involved blood, I wouldn't ride again either. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-1321948723593354662012-08-15T04:30:26.502-04:002012-08-15T04:30:26.502-04:00Love your story!! As a young child, I first had th...Love your story!! As a young child, I first had the typical red and white tricycle, than quickly graduated to a sturdy one, deep turquoise I seem to recall, where neighbor kids could climb behind and off we went!! My first bike was around 8 or 9 too!! My mom gave it to me, told me not to cross the street and that was that... But when those tiny wheels came off, she hang around to see how I was doing and was satisfied, but she was loathed to let me cross the streets to go to the park. A kid can only go around the block for so long... It's as an adult that I had my worst falls. Once, there was that street where a train track crossed it at an angle. My bike decided to follow the track while I flew over, following the street instead. I split my chin open and bled profusely. Cops saw this, but offered absolutely no help at all. Typical!!! I later sold my bike, unhappy with the conditions in the city for cyclists. Nowadays, things have changed as we have now many bike paths, but I don't wish to bike again. I have enough mileage to last me a lifetime!!<br />;)~ <br />HUGZBruno Lalibertéhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09607511642101907283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-42281833659408066152012-08-13T07:38:45.523-04:002012-08-13T07:38:45.523-04:00You have more room than I! You have more room than I! Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11145530293593063964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-38177316180400437692012-08-12T20:43:26.484-04:002012-08-12T20:43:26.484-04:00I'd love to have a screened back porch. I'...I'd love to have a screened back porch. I'll keep your idea in mind -- just in case we ever build one. That would be the perfect place for my bike.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-40295378528390804492012-08-12T14:52:38.924-04:002012-08-12T14:52:38.924-04:00What sweet memories to have of your patient grandf...What sweet memories to have of your patient grandfather teaching you to ride a bike. Think it's great that you still have it. If you have an outside porch and a place to hang it on the wall, I'd do it. Now that I'm almost antique myself(50's not far away), I find comfort in displaying special items of mine or older family members that bring to mind happy memories of long ago.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-81382854200694084402012-08-12T08:39:22.161-04:002012-08-12T08:39:22.161-04:00There's a bit of a sting when you realize the ...There's a bit of a sting when you realize the things of your past are now "vintage" or worse - antique!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-89192932921993331432012-08-12T08:36:09.033-04:002012-08-12T08:36:09.033-04:00Now I'm trying to remember my own children lea...Now I'm trying to remember my own children learning to ride and nothing comes to mind. We must have gone the training wheels route.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-19626975891910567192012-08-12T08:32:52.154-04:002012-08-12T08:32:52.154-04:00I always found it difficult to get on and off a bo...I always found it difficult to get on and off a boy's bike.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-4224928596289241872012-08-12T08:31:45.218-04:002012-08-12T08:31:45.218-04:00I've never heard of Pony Express, but it sound...I've never heard of Pony Express, but it sounds creative and apropos. We didn't play bike games. My friends just rode from here to there.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-65936597672843575772012-08-12T08:27:38.022-04:002012-08-12T08:27:38.022-04:00Thanks. I had never heard of Rollfast either unti...Thanks. I had never heard of Rollfast either until I took a good look at my bike for this week's entry. I Googled it, and there's quite a bit of history on it, just nothing remarkable.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-35705288595594417732012-08-12T08:25:55.459-04:002012-08-12T08:25:55.459-04:00Now giving a boy a girl's bike is just cheap. ...Now giving a boy a girl's bike is just cheap. Shame on the coalman!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-39057215953695171262012-08-12T08:24:15.184-04:002012-08-12T08:24:15.184-04:00Yes, I remember the clothes pins and cards but I d...Yes, I remember the clothes pins and cards but I don't remember ever doing that. I also liked the streamers coming off the ends of the handle-bars, but I never had those either.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-63179361798456624342012-08-12T08:22:36.995-04:002012-08-12T08:22:36.995-04:00Ha -- the house of dead Barbies must be quite the ...Ha -- the house of dead Barbies must be quite the sight.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-45765452521013763352012-08-12T08:21:22.369-04:002012-08-12T08:21:22.369-04:00The rust thing is holding me back.The rust thing is holding me back.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-18781553029831643712012-08-12T08:20:58.298-04:002012-08-12T08:20:58.298-04:00It was indeed a good feeling to finally be able to...It was indeed a good feeling to finally be able to ride a bike. My mother was probably elated too. She said she thought I'd never learn to skate OR ride a bike. My balancing genes must be very poor.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-49100252734401149472012-08-12T08:19:52.278-04:002012-08-12T08:19:52.278-04:00I think you're getting outvoted re: the wall.I think you're getting outvoted re: the wall.Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-37109380413613763562012-08-12T05:34:32.658-04:002012-08-12T05:34:32.658-04:00Lovely story. I'm so glad you still have that ...Lovely story. I'm so glad you still have that bike, a little piece of history.Alan Burnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-50238016486307470062012-08-12T00:30:56.319-04:002012-08-12T00:30:56.319-04:00A wonderful story and so cleverly told Wendy. For ...A wonderful story and so cleverly told Wendy. For some reason I was never allowed a bike as a child and had to borrow from friends, but the story of running alongside a child who is learning to ride is very familiar (though it wasn't me doing the running).Little Nellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11862657943846727987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-54085723491864449032012-08-11T19:32:59.304-04:002012-08-11T19:32:59.304-04:00Loved your story Wendy. I never owned a bike. I di...Loved your story Wendy. I never owned a bike. I did learn to ride on the boy next door's bike. It made it pretty hard for a girl to learn on a boy's bike but I did. Well I did own one as an adult but that is nothing like have one at 8 or 9.<br />QMMAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04721708092323894355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-58652411134933341752012-08-11T17:55:20.859-04:002012-08-11T17:55:20.859-04:00I like this idea for a post. I used to love my bi...I like this idea for a post. I used to love my bike. Like you I got my first bike when I was probably about 9. My sister and I each got similar models on the same Christmas. Favorite pastimes were to go on bike tours or take bike hikes. In the early sixties my parents weren't particularly worried when we'd be gone for hours. A favorite game with some of the neighborhood kids was "Pony Express" which was sort of a relay race with our bikes, except there were really no winners--we'd just ride until we were too tired to ride anymore.<br /><br /><br />Lee <br /><a href="http://wrotebyrote.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Wrote By Rote</a>Arlee Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11663942782929929334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-62076932837782517492012-08-11T12:30:17.890-04:002012-08-11T12:30:17.890-04:00I bet you could roll fast with it too! It looks mu...I bet you could roll fast with it too! It looks much like my first bike as well (which I don't have) and it was deep blue, but I don't think I've ever heard of a rollfast. It certainly has held up well...it's a treasure!21 Witshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00071361755673253230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-68257525685887867112012-08-11T08:32:44.797-04:002012-08-11T08:32:44.797-04:00My first bike did not survive for very long - it&#...My first bike did not survive for very long - it's fixed wheel contributed to my many crashes. My last but one bike gaot run over by a coalman's wagon; he replaced with an old upright 'sit up and beg' style ladies cycle with a wicker basket on the handlebars. I wasn't very keen on being seen riding it. <br />Great story Wendy. I'm not at all surprised that you still have your bike especially as it has it's own stand.Bob Scotneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00662958579705940009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-23116139179510394852012-08-11T02:46:00.348-04:002012-08-11T02:46:00.348-04:00What a great story Wendy! I can't believe you...What a great story Wendy! I can't believe you actually still have your first bike! That's awesome! I don't even remember what color my first bike was...I know, pretty lame. I do remember having a bike, whether my first or not, with a little basket in the front. I'd put my little terrier dog in it and take her for a ride. Do you remember clothes-pinning cards to your spokes to make that "oh-so-cool" sound as you rode around the neighborhood?Jana Iverson Lasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07687969613629975601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429612700924625855.post-59786333219969949192012-08-10T22:40:16.648-04:002012-08-10T22:40:16.648-04:00A super story! My first bike was similar but used ...A super story! My first bike was similar but used and never survived. In our neighborhood there is a front garden which I call the house of dead Barbies and bicycles, as the planting beds are decorated with rusty old bikes and mutilated dolls.Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.com