tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90798666439176045.post4552820511821681625..comments2024-03-25T00:11:01.680-04:00Comments on an eye for threads @ Henley's Landing: I = Imaginationjayne@~an eye for threads~http://www.blogger.com/profile/07392945035462143983noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90798666439176045.post-56932341457046431992013-04-13T09:29:10.692-04:002013-04-13T09:29:10.692-04:00Would you believe I never had a bike growing up? W...Would you believe I never had a bike growing up? We lived near a major roadway which led all the traffic to the international bridge between Windsor and Detroit. My mother was terrified we'd get hit so we weren't allowed a bike. I didn't learn to ride until one trip to Florida when I was 16! <br />However I did have a Camaro (or at least my hubby did) before the kids were born. Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16299867624939647862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90798666439176045.post-32641513269241386402013-04-10T12:28:38.973-04:002013-04-10T12:28:38.973-04:00Oh, those banana seats from the 70's! My bike ...Oh, those banana seats from the 70's! My bike was yellow and had one of those flags flying from it. Then I got a ten-speed and thought I was The S***. Thanks for the memories of my own bikes! Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12503469692092817624noreply@blogger.com