Week after week when I think I have ran out
of funny or interesting things to write about for
True Story Tuesday but then out of the blue
something else hits me. This story today takes
place a long time ago, I was 17 years old at the time.
My brother was into BMX racing. He loved to ride
and had been jumping ramps and popping wheelies
forever it seemed, but then he got into racing.
First it was just around where we lived but as
he grew so did that interest.
We traveled to places like Orlando Fla., Evansville Ind.,
and even St. Louis for races. I met a lot of intesting
people at these races. Some of these guys really
had muscles from riding these bikes. I have to
admit I loved the attention I got from them.
There were several times when some of these racers
I did not race. But I had my own ten speed and when I
needed to think, get away or whatever, I rode. This was
my ten speed. I was surprised that I was able to come up
with a pic of it in my albums. This was an Evil Knievel
special. Keep that name of the bike in the back of your mind....
not my bike, but this is how it looked.