My first solo 2-wheel bicycle ride was on this bicycle. It was Kathleen Cole Thurston’s.
I couldn’t get on it and start peddling without falling over. So I took it to the top of the Oakley’s driveway to get a running start.
Everything was fine until I got to the end of the driveway.
I hadn’t yet learned how to steer a two-wheeler.
I didn’t know how to stop it, either.
Rammed headfirst into OldMan Wells’ pickup truck parked on the other side of the street.
Nice dent. Nice mangled front wheel on the bicycle.
I put it back in the yard where I had got it from.
OldMan Wells came out and asked if I was okay. Never complained about the dent in his truck. Never told on me.
Kathy never knew what happened to her bicycle until I finally told her the story just a few years ago.