From the Archives: My First Biker Gang
My brother and I, and our two cousins who lived a few minutes away. That's me, center, white shirt on a bike that predates the green Huffy, which I always thought was my first bike. Now there is a new first. Though you maybe couldn't predict it from that big ol' trike he is sitting on, I understand the brother has become considerably more than an occasional rider in recent years. When he isn't catching waves, that is. Actually, now that I look closer, I'm not sure the kid on the far right is my older cousin after all. Hmmm? Who is it then? Some neighborhood kid photo bombing in the late '60s. Perhaps. Who ever it is, he's got one cool bike.