Back in 1957 my two sisters were working in Woolworths department store on the avenue, and one day my friend who lived upstairs from me had a english racer bike they were selling for $7.00 and asked me if I wanted to buy it. I’m like wow! yeah I loved the bike it was a thin red english racer I forget the name now but it was a beauty!

So money being tight in those days my sisters got together and saved up the $7.00 for the bike! And soon I had the bike and boy what fun it was riding that beauty it all around the area up and down the streets it flew like a bird!

Well so one eveing I decided to take a ride around the block to see my father who was bartenering it was about 7:00pm give or take so I go there and like a dope I just leave my bike outside leaning againest the building just to run in for a few minutes and when I go outside the bike was gone! Someone took it as they walked by or someone in a car who knows.

I looked all around the area for the bike and it was nowhere to be found and at first I thought my cousin who lived in the building next to me maybe took it as a joke but she knew nothing about it. And back then no one ever used chains or locks for their bikes so it was a shock to me but a lesson to be learned, I felt bad as my sisiters got the bike for me. But after that experience I was never that careless again when it came to any bike I owned.