I spied this old bike propped up against a building and just had to stop. Something about this bike made me pause and think. Who rode this bike and where did it take the rider? What adventures did the bike participate in? Someone that rode this bike had style as the seat was a "banana" seat and not an ordinary factory seat. Was it always white, or was it shiny red or blue when new? The bike had seen better days and I'll bet those days were great! Riding down the red Georgia clay back roads pedaling to the sound of buzzing bugs and the smell of a humid southern afternoon, the rider must have been happy to be traveling in such style. I wonder how many lightning bugs the rider chased when speeding home late for supper?
The heat of the noon-day sun jarred me back from my thoughts...time to get back into the air conditioned car...