TEN SPEED
My dad almost never bought us anything new. It was never about affordability (almost never), it was more about his love of recycling and his appreciation of a good, hard-luck story.
“That came from an old woman who’s husband had just died. God bless her.” “I bought that from a prison where they taught inmates how to upholster. May God have mercy on their souls.”
All the details were vague, but it was better than “I got this at the Kmart for $14.97. May God keep them solvent forever.”
PS. How kids rode back in the day:
