My only Christmas bike memory was when I was about 7 or 8. I had no expectation of getting a bike that Christmas, but I guess it made sense since I was constantly borrowing the neighbors bikes to ride around. So it was of great surprise to me when I walked out to the living room on Christmas Eve night (there is something magical about seeing all the presents illuminated by Christmas tree lights that just must be examined once you're parents have gone to bed) to see two green and black huffy bikes parked by the tree. I found the one with my name taped on it and promptly assumed the saddle to ensure proper fit. It was a great few seconds until the kickstand gave in and I fell over onto the Christmas tree. After causing what I thought to be a great disturbance and being worried my parents would catch me, I quickly freed myself from the lights and limbs of the tree, replaced as many ornaments as I could find on the floor in the dark, and rushed back to bed.
The next morning I pretended as if I had never seen the bikes, and honestly those bikes looked way better in the light so the surprise was mostly true. The best part of this story is that later on that day my brother told me almost the exact same story of him waking up in the night, mounting the bike and falling over on the tree only to scurry off the bed thinking he had caused a disturbance and ruined Christmas. Related riv content, I have now evolved to ride a Bleriot since that one Huffy Christmas. Matt Cook in CT -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/rbw-owners-bunch/ed81d071-e0d9-4d49-8c4b-d1ae1d23a557%40googlegroups.com.
