Joey’s bike was stolen in July
A week after we came back from vacation someone stole his bike right from our driveway. He has went the last few weeks without a bike, until today. Ryan and Joe went to pick out a new one. Any one of us not having a bike, really puts a kink in the family bike rides for the remainder of summer.
The strange part of it being stolen is that he had wrapped duct tape all over it! It looked ridiculous!!😳
Stolen bikes…😔 something that sadly seems to happen to most of us at one time or another.
My bike story….
When I was about 10 years old I had a silver 10 speed(my first bike with gears and hand brakes😎), nothing fancy, just probably whatever was on sale for my birthday.
For some reason, I decided to wrote my name, “LANA” on my handle bars in hot pink, nail polish. I remember my parents didn’t think it was my smartest move. Especially since my bike was still new, and here I am, already repainting it.
When I was a kid the fun thing to do was ride your bike, that was it. If you were lucky enough to have a dollar, you could go down to the nearest market and blow it on candy, bubble gum, or show off your Ms Pac-Man or Centipede skills at the bowling alley, but you didn’t walk anywhere, you needed your bike!
Then my bike was stolen one day…
Nowhere to be found…
The next day, someone calls my parents from the market down the street, someone found my bike and a friend of mine recognized the pretty nail polish! 😏 Guess Who was feeling pretty smart that day?
Forward to today and my son’s new bike is bright orange! 🙄Why he wanted an orange bike, I’ll never know, even hot pink nail polish would be an improvement! I hope this one doesn’t get stolen too…
Do you have any bike stories? Do you remember your first bike? I’d love to hear your stories!!
Thanks for reading along. Have an awesome Thursday!
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