|When I was your age I used film cameras and I liked it! Just kidding, sorta.|
Luckily (?) I had my bike tire exploded by Andy's (who has asked to be referred to as Mr. Wonderful) uncle, so I had an interesting story to tell on my page. Now you see, Uncle Wonderful (which is to say, Andy's Uncle) is a bike dude. He has spandex pants and a shirt with pockets all over its back and shoes with clips and all that fancy stuff and a bike with like 107 speeds*. I, on the other hand, have an awesome vintage 3 speed that I got at a garage sale. So Uncle Wonderful does not approve of my tire inflation levels and comes over with his pump and proceeds to add so much air that my tire cannot take it and literally explodes. The sound of a bicycle tire exploding is horrifying, by the way.
And they fix it. There was a lot of digging in the rental house's garage and a good deal of sweating (its hot in July in Georgia) but my tire was repaired. And, of course, by then I was cranky and tired and pretty over riding my bike around the island. The cool morning had faded into the blistering afternoon and no one wants to ride around in that. I mean, maybe you do if you have on spandex pants and a shirt with pockets on its back. I can't say.
Wow, that was rambly.
But the photos look vintage and I thought it was a good fit for a more traditional looking page. And man do I love that paper. Love love love!
*107 may be a touch high.