Ballsy Bikes
May, 1985
As a kid, you sweated and saved, collecting empty a bottles and taking them back to the store for two a cents apiece, so that one summer day you could a park your butt on that fine red Schwinn in the window. You sliced the wind for a summer or two, and then what happened? You forgot the two-wheeler and went looking for eight cylinders. When you grew up, you let them put a shield between you and the wind. No more no-handed runs for late-night pizza No more long-legged girls who knew all the softe...
