tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post4309845292117407021..comments2024-03-28T11:56:48.304-04:00Comments on The Retrogrouch: Happy HolidaysBrookshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110998345857993287noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post-66236887324801717702014-12-30T09:30:49.004-05:002014-12-30T09:30:49.004-05:00Thanks, Justine -- and Happy New Year to you, too!...Thanks, Justine -- and Happy New Year to you, too!Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110998345857993287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post-30103446883060225652014-12-27T21:36:37.281-05:002014-12-27T21:36:37.281-05:00Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Brooks!
Perha...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Brooks!<br /><br />Perhaps the best Christmas present I ever received was the Royce-Union three speed I found parked under the tree when I was seven years old. It was too big for me, but when I was able to ride it--about two years later, as I recall--was it ever sweet!<br /><br />Really, what else can compare to getting a new bike at that age (or any age, for that matter). What makes the memory of it particularly powerful is that it was the last gift my grandfather gave me: He died the following March.<br />Justine Valinottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10852069587181432102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post-83131077056568286822014-12-27T09:08:09.725-05:002014-12-27T09:08:09.725-05:00I'd have really liked a bicycle for graduation...I'd have really liked a bicycle for graduation. But you're probably right that a lot of kids today get cars. And the little ones get those battery powered drivable toy cars for Christmas. Too bad, really.Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110998345857993287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post-43324536061740902992014-12-27T07:34:54.361-05:002014-12-27T07:34:54.361-05:00Merry Christmas, Mr. Brooks! As always I enjoy re...Merry Christmas, Mr. Brooks! As always I enjoy reading your blog. I too, remember my banana seat bike. I don't remember ever getting a bicycle for Christmas. I did get a bicycle as a graduation gift after high school. Nowadays I guess kids get cars.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05920149615446131573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post-35766291639813981602014-12-25T10:51:11.933-05:002014-12-25T10:51:11.933-05:00Oh yeah -- the banana seat bike. I had a lot of fu...Oh yeah -- the banana seat bike. I had a lot of fun on mine. You mention one of the most unbearable parts about the new bike at Christmas -- being so excited to get it, but not being able to ride it right away.Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12110998345857993287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8492685525705691186.post-11333637427747810562014-12-24T09:16:16.103-05:002014-12-24T09:16:16.103-05:00Right on Brooks. I still remember it. The one that...Right on Brooks. I still remember it. The one that still stands out after all these years. Coming downstairs and finding that bike standing there by the tree in its chrome, glossy red paint and banana seat. I think it was '78 or '79 brutally cold and a few feet of snow outside. Seemed like forever till the sidewalks dried off Although I'm sure I got in a quick spin before then.<br /><br />Merry Christmas and best wishes to you and yours.recumbent conspiracy theoristhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534820082655384780noreply@blogger.com