It was fate when I found a Schwinn Spitfire at a flea market in Wisconsin and a bike basket at a garage sale in Illinois. They were meant to go together. Our son thought I was buying it to pose on the front porch. When I began riding it around the village, he said, “But you are not wearing a helmet!” I almost told him I didn’t wear a helmet when I was a kid either–none of us did. But then, he will eventually be my care giver so I figure he has some say in the matter.
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