Dad views bikes through life’s lens

Years ago, maybe 30, I drove a woman, her daughter and son (about 8 years old ) to and from church on a weekly basis. One Sunday the son saw a bicycle a little ways from the church parking lot, “No one is watching” he said, “I think I’ll take it”.

Faith destroyed.
Then maybe 30 years later I received a message about a free boy and his new bike. Faith restored!

“In my mind I envision ( myself. A ‘new old” bike cast off from a Rich relative for Christmas. Happy to learn to ride it, falls and all)
Sailing my ‘new’ bike
Wind through my hair.
the lack of brakes

Of no concern as
first flakes fly

He doesn’t feel the cold
He’s
Just free.”

♥ I’m FREE, Dad, ♥