I called my grandmother today to tell her The Kid just learned how to ride the bike she bought for him.
She said she learned how to ride a bike in her hometown of Neon, Kentucky. It is an old coal mining town, in the Kentucky mountains, which are straight up and down mountains. There are a couple of streets in the narrow bottom of the valley, and houses, businesses and the graveyard march up the steep valley walls on either side.
There was one bike in town, which belonged to the local doctor's daughter. The little girl with the bike would let all the other Neon kids share. No helmets or shin guards or knee pads in the those days. Grandmother learned on a borrowed bike and her first ride was down a steep Kentucky dirt road.
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