My brother has always been hell on wheels.
Oh, not that way! In fact, he was a terrific kid. . . good brother, Eagle Scout. I’m saying that you should have seen that boy on a unicycle.
He was riding that thing when his friends were still using training wheels on their two wheelers… as if, when graduating from tricycle to two-wheeler, he decided he’d rather ride that third wheel instead. And so effortlessly! Frontwards, backwards, and, with some little twists back and forth, he could stay upright in one spot… arms crossed over his chest.
Someone stole it eventually, thus thwarting any dreams he might have had of riding off to join the circus.
These days, a regular bicycle has become his preferred method of transportation in the beach town where he lives. Occasionally he sends me photos.
This was one in the series he called, “GUESS WHICH BICYCLE IS MINE…”
Yep. . . that’s it, front and center– cup holder and all. He didn’t say where this was taken, but I’m guessing PUBLIC LIBRARY. That woman has “librarian” written all over her.
This morning he sent a picture that gave me the giggles.
BroJoe… Beach road… Backed in.
Back when he sent me a picture of his feet in his new snake boots a few months ago, he had his legs propped on his bicycle handlebars. I didn’t think twice about it. It didn’t even cross my mind to wonder if he actually rode that bike in places that require snakeboots.
Now I’m worried. This morning, he e-mailed these shots just after the bicycle photo.