That's what Chicago-born folks and their kids called them. I had three growing up. The first was a 3-wheeler, driven by a chain, like the "big-kids" bikes! Got it around Kindergarten age, not too long after, I took it apart! My Dad had plenty of tools in the basement, and I had watched, fascinated, as he worked on things. He was a skilled Tool & Die Maker. Cannot recall if the 3-wheeler ever got put back together!
My cousin, 2 years older than I, he being the son of my Dad's favored kid-brother, had a Schwinn "2-wheeler", a 24-inch, which would be replaced by something better. I got Jimmie's 2-wheeler, at about 8. Always short, the "boy's bike" cross-frame piece squeezed upwards between my legs as I straddled it, the seat set to it's lowest position. I can remember the Old Man holding the back of the seat in our driveway, as he "balanced" me from tipping over. Just a few days of trying, he knew, I did not know, and he let free of his grasp, and there I was, wobbling forward in the driveway, but not tipping over! Very-early Youth Heaven!
The third, and final bike, was a Schwinn 3-speed, at about age 10. It was a 26-inch! Still straddling that danged cross bar! I asked for, and got, a "speedometer"! It registered miles travelled, more important to me than speed, and by the time that bike was retired from service, the 3-digit odometer had "turned over"! 999 miles plus, and still going!
Have you early "bike" memories too? Share them with us! Those days, gone forever, are the "fruit" which keep this old-timer "revving"! imp
My cousin, 2 years older than I, he being the son of my Dad's favored kid-brother, had a Schwinn "2-wheeler", a 24-inch, which would be replaced by something better. I got Jimmie's 2-wheeler, at about 8. Always short, the "boy's bike" cross-frame piece squeezed upwards between my legs as I straddled it, the seat set to it's lowest position. I can remember the Old Man holding the back of the seat in our driveway, as he "balanced" me from tipping over. Just a few days of trying, he knew, I did not know, and he let free of his grasp, and there I was, wobbling forward in the driveway, but not tipping over! Very-early Youth Heaven!
The third, and final bike, was a Schwinn 3-speed, at about age 10. It was a 26-inch! Still straddling that danged cross bar! I asked for, and got, a "speedometer"! It registered miles travelled, more important to me than speed, and by the time that bike was retired from service, the 3-digit odometer had "turned over"! 999 miles plus, and still going!
Have you early "bike" memories too? Share them with us! Those days, gone forever, are the "fruit" which keep this old-timer "revving"! imp