I have always loved bikes. When I was young I lived on my bike. Just me and my bike. I was a loner.
This was my awesome bike, the 1977 Huffy Thunder Road. I remember the day I got it and actually rode it all the way home from Gibson’s all by myself. My sister had to put her new bike in the back of the 1974 Grand Torino. Not me, the old highway was a callin’. I was a rebel.
Yeah, not exactly a classic. However, at the time, we were moving out of the Stingray era and into the BMX era. This was one of the earliest BMX type bikes. All my friends couldn’t believe I got one. I was a rebel without a paper route. But I was awesome on it. I could ride wheelies for 2 blocks. No kidding. I was known around town as the wheelie kid.
I also loved to tear them apart. Over the years I removed the #4 placards and fenders and eventually upgraded the seat to a smaller saddle with no rear bar supports. Very cool, I was, riding the avenues and alleyways with my orange Star Wars T shirt.
All my friends where envious because they still had these type of lame bikes.
Kinda funny now to think that these were the out bikes. But of course now these are classics. Banana seats, sissy bars and ape hangers were so lame.
So in the last few years I’ve been hankering for a vintage cruiser to play with. The kids are getting older and me and the old lady are getting our dentures refitted next week and need a bike.
So jumped on Craig’s List, where all the honest, normal people are and found this beaut right here in my town.
It’s 1930’s Gamble’s Hiawatha. Very choice. I hope I can pick it up cheap.
Then I’ll turn it into this!
Not really. I’m thinking more like…
Wish me luck. I’ll keep you updated of my progress. But you know, it will be a lonely journey, just me and my bike again.
But I’ve always been a loner, a rebel.