pigdog@minn.net
Anybody old enough to remember Schwinn Orange Crates?...These bikes were the shit when I was a kid. I lucked out and got to the bike store just as they were wheeling a freshly assembled unit onto the show floor, After begging and pleading for an hour we took it home....My little brother immediately began pestering me to ride it... I told him "NO"....my mother then commenced to scold me... Telling me not to be so selfish, and cuffing me soundly upside the head... So I relented and let him have the first ride...He took off...45 minutes later my mom called dad and I in for supper, he had still not returned... I was told to sit at the table, be quiet and eat...I instinctively did as I was told, knowing far better than to disobey my father... After about 15 minutes, my brother came in and sat down, apologizing to my mother, so he got off scott free for being late... I immediately yelled at him..."Where's my Bike!?!?" " I left it laying at the end of the driveway" was his reply..."Go put away your bike!!!" my father bellowed " Goddammit, I ain't made out of money, and if somebody steals it, you ain't gettin' another one" Well, you guessed it....As I ran out of the house I saw my bike disappearing down the street... Not only did I get yelled at for "losing" my bike... My brother got a new one and I was forced to ride HIS old one.. If I EVER find that bastard... nothing will stop me from pulling him apart with my bare hands and dancing on his entrails...

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