old school

turns out someone else was the belle of the barbeque.  in all the hustle and bustle, nary a picture was taken of granny's glider in full regalia.  little miss hawthorne apparently caught the eye of the paparazzi.  my grand dad picked her up for me when i was a girl.  i had outgrown the banana seater with the plastic basket in front.  but i was far from ready for the freedom of the road a 10 speed would have afforded.  this bike saw it's share of devilish stunts, though.  i have the scars on my knees to prove it.  i imagine she'll have a few more stories to tell before all is said and done.