PARIS I really liked my first bike.
It was a black-and-white three-wheeler with a rubber bulb for ahorn. Soft seat. Fuzzy handle grips. The sweetest littlevelocipede you ever did see.
I was every bit as cute on it as the kid in the movie "TheOmen," going too fast, bumping into lamps and terrorizing loved oneson stepladders. Mike the Tyke's trike, my uncle called it. Me, hecalled a Tasmanian devil on wheels.
My next bike was a red Schwinn with a mesh basket and aheadlight. I delivered newspapers on it and was very quick,particularly because of a drooling, long-fanged German Shepherd thatkept chasing me like he had just spotted the world's biggest …
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