Mine was green with a sparkly seat and plastic strips that hung off the handlebars and streamed in the wind when you rode it.
I was in The Keystone Building in Easthampton recently, just kind of looking around, when I walked into a loading area and noticed this bike. It had an old banana seat, and just seeing it brought me back many years to the one I owned when my family lived in New York City. Riding that bike was fun, but my best memory of it is connected to the times when my grandma would come visit and my dad would take us all out to bicycle around the city. I was on the handlebars, my sister behind my dad while he pedalled, and my grandma rode my sister’s bike. I remember crossing a busy street and looking up just in time to see the poncho my grandma was wearing fly up in her face so that she couldn’t see a thing. I don’t know how my dad did it, but he rode us all over the city, through Central Park and home again. I don’t know that I have ever felt freer.
— Carol Lollis