I had a Schwinn with "balloon" tires when I was about 10-11. It was great for negotiating these sandy dirt roads. A deep sandbed didn't slow me down, but a black neighbor could outrun me bad on the hard road, in a race. He laughed at me so much that I begged for a three-speed English racer. Dad bought me one in Augusta for my birthday, or Christmas, can't remember. I loved racing even then, and next time I got the chance I challenged him to a rematch. I started off in second gear, and he pulled off from me as usual. But, when I hit third I came around him and left him wondering what just happened.
Those little skinny tires weren't worth a crap in a sandbed, tho'.
Good memories. Thanks for them.
SRH
Last edited by Stan; 06/02/18 07:42 PM.
