Visiting my parents house I’ve discovered the very first piece of creative writing I believe I ever put together. What follows is a small booklet written and illustrated by myself at about 8 years old. I hope you enjoy this silly little bit of fan fiction from circa 1977.
I have one clear memory when it comes to my second bike, which was also my first road bike. It was a Schwinn World Sport, I believe from 1980. Unlike most all of the other bikes I’ve owned, I don’t really have memories of riding this one. I do remember I got a handlebar-mounted touringContinue reading “Bike #2 and the magic raffle”
I was around five when I got my first bike. It was a white Huffy with a Snoopy numberplate that said BARNSTORMER on it. I remember my grandmother said it was too big for me. I remember I thought it made me a big kid. My father took me out back behind our house toContinue reading “Bike #1 and the James Street Jump”
A northern harrier drops from telephone cross pole as I ride under Dawdles low over dry cover, corn stalks with tumbleweeds With off balance ease up to another pole Never seen it dive