The snow is really starting to melt!
That means it’s gettin’ time to be riding bikes again. Which means it’s time to tell you about my banana seat bike.
It was the first bike I ever had. Orange with a brown banana seat that had some sort of cowboy imprint on it (probably to give me the impression that I was in the saddle of the toughest mustang in the midwest). I learned to ride a bike on this one. And so it followed me out to Bath when we moved, just like a puppy dog not wanting to be left behind. It was then that it began to reveal its true nature.
Remember those Calvin & Hobbes cartoons where Calvin’s bike is hiding around the corner, just waiting to pounce on him, beat him up and then take off….eh? Well this bike of mine slowly but surely became that bike. It apparently had an affinity for a certain part of my anatomy due to that really cool banana seat. So, for the sake of propriety, that part of my anatomy shall be heretofore and henceforth referred to as “The Twins”. (If you’ve ever heard Bill Engvall’s remarks about the twins, you know exactly what I am referring to; if you haven’t, well….I’m sure you can figure it out).
It started with a home-made ramp my brother and I built for the sidewalk that was right in front of our house in Bath. It was a ranch house, so the sidewalk went the full length of it–plenty of runway for a bike with a really cool banana seat to get some air between the tires and the sidewalk, right? For the most part, it was. But not always. Sure, any kid taking a bike over a home-made ramp is probably going to meet with some sort of disaster eventually. But put a kid who’s got a bike with a really cool banana seat into the mix, and you’ve just created a potent and high-risk situation, my friend. The Twins are witnesses of that fact and they told me so on more than one occasion.
But what this” I-want-to-be-like-Calivin’s-bike“ bike did to me after the ramp episode was absolutely uncalled for.
I’ll tell you about that next time….