bicycles

Dorothy Langley came by this morning and loaded our bicycles into her truck.She's having a yard sale to make money to go to Romania . We gave her the helmets and the baskets and chains and the history of the bicycles. Somehow it was a sadder time for us than when we sold the motor home. The boy's bicycle was first David's and then Butches . John fixed it up and loaded it on the motor home when we first retired and made our big trip out west. My bicycle came from a yard sale at Martha's . They were on the front of the Honey all the way across country...We got them off one time in Oregon.
When we started going to Key Largo for the winter we parked the Honey and used the bicycles for transportation. The bicycle trail runs the length of Key Largo and we made many trips on it. We bought baskets so that we could go grocery shopping , and we rode to Harriets for breakfast , and to the flea market and serveral times we rode to Pennakamp which was about three miles north of America Outdoors. We rode south to Taviner one day...about four miles..We rode up to the Baptist Church on Sundays and chained our bikes to a palm tree. There were always people on the trail and most of them were people we knew. We loaded the bicycles on the Honey and drove down to Key West several times. We would park the Honey in the shade at the museum parking lot and leave Garvey there. We rode the bicycles all over Key West. We would go down to the southern-most point and ride along the beach.
When we camped on the Everglades on the way home from Key Largo, we would take an all day trip to the Anhinga Trail; where the alligators and birds lived. One day the crows got our lunch while we were walking the trail and they ate our peanut butter sandwiches. We had some good dirt trail rides in the Everglades and in Oscar Shearer State Park...That's the park where the scrub jays live. They landed on my head and shoulders and just sat there.
We rode the bicycles around the seven mile loop in Cades Cove while we were camping up there; several times we rode it half way. On one of our rides in Cades Cove my brakes failed and I went sailing down the hill past John yelling for him to get out of my way. I stopped on a convenient pile of dirt. The campground at Elkmont was a good place to ride, and the Big Meadows campground in Townsend is where we got on the trail and rode the length of Townsend. We took the bicycles to Big Ridge several times.
Well, that's another thing we have given up in our old age..We sure do miss dancing and bicycle riding and camping. Well we can still swim and exercise and walk and go to yard sales...