I still remember the day I received this plastic bike. I think it's my 5th birthday or something, we live in Woodside, Queens, where my father is super of an apartment building, AND a full time cabinet maker for a shop that's across the street from Shea Stadium.. This bike was stolen from me in Kew Gardens (we had moved) in broad daylight, by a couple of ten year olds who decided they wanted it. Good times.
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It's amazing how early life experiences can lead to later life choices. Bikes and woodworking...go figure. Both, obviously, have been good choices.
awesome picture. i can still remember my first bicycle - i crashed it till it was throughly broken. talk about early life experiences leading to later ones, whew!
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