Hello you beautiful people. I am still getting some rides in, but I've also started a night EMT class. It will be running until December so I don't have much time for blogging. Instead of letting the blog sit fallow, I'm going to post my war novel a couple chapters at a time. I started it when the Ukraine war was a new thing and never did anything with it. So I now present you...Fly. Our battered EV pulled into the lot across from the army base and parked next to a ‘24 Ford Bronco. I regarded the Bronco as the first significant model to roll out after the covid pandemic and also the last to roll out before car production ceased for the war. It was an automotive time capsule. My wife got out and walked to the passenger side to open the door for me. Not as an act of chivalry, but because a replacement interior door handle was impossible to find. She took my hand as we walked to the gate. It was nice to see the girls, I said. I’m so proud of both of them. I felt her squeeze ...
It was the mid-nineties, a glorious time to be alive. I was starting my transition from Denver rave kid into mountain town ski bum. My bicycling life was also transitioning from BMX freestyler into mountain biker. My '89 Haro Master had served me well as a ramp ridin' trick machine, but it was no longer needed. I gave it to my good buddy Randy. Some time after I moved to Leadville I was visiting him and he told me he had something for me. He explained he had traded the Haro for another bike and now I needed to take it. That was the first time I saw the Firestone Silver Cruiser . I was immediately taken by the chromed cantilever frame and shining chrome fenders. I didn't know I needed a cruiser bike in my life, but here it was. You hear the phrase "all original " thrown around which sounds a lot better than " never maintained, worn out and faded." But this rig was exactly that, nothing had been changed since it was assembled some time in the olden days...