Spokes and Wheels of Progress
I was late for school. My new 10-speed— salvation! Throwing my math book into a plastic shopping bag, I fled breakfast to negotiate the cars, fences and cats through the alley to arrive at the 20th street stop sign; purring through it without a care. Thirteen year olds didn’t have carriers on their bikes so I held the bag and handlebar in my left hand, leaving my right hand to brake, which allowed the book in the bag to dangle. Entrepreneurial-like, I was building up momentum... Read More
