Classic city bikes.
When Bossy lived in the city, she rode an olive green Raleigh with a black and white seat and a wire bike basket. And Bossy’s son would ride in the bike seat on the back, which was nothing more than a square black metal seat suspended perilously above the rear wheel.
Bossy referred to her bike as The Ireland Bike since it resembled every bike Bossy had ever glimpsed in Irish movies.
MariaV saysDecember 8, 2008 at 8:55 am
I rode a yellow Kia. I miss that bike so very much.
Cat saysDecember 8, 2008 at 9:06 am
Does Bossy miss living in the city?
hulagirlatheart saysDecember 8, 2008 at 9:19 am
Green bike from Western Auto when I was five. Loved that bike. It took me through many miles of my childhood.
Liz saysDecember 8, 2008 at 11:21 am
I thought you named it The Ireland Bike because it occasionally enjoyed a nice, dark Guinness.
Reeb saysDecember 8, 2008 at 3:14 pm
Shiny new blue Schwinn bikes! Total surprise gifts for my sister and me when Dad got a raise one time. And it wasn’t even Christmas. Best gift ever.
Seeing the seat on the bike in the photo was like looking at a long-forgotten face of a beloved friend.
Surcie saysDecember 8, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Where I live, that’s called a beach cruiser!
Adorable Girlfriend saysDecember 8, 2008 at 3:41 pm
Is that photo near the convention center in center city? I know I know where that photo was taken…
Emily saysDecember 8, 2008 at 4:45 pm
I wish I had a sweet ride like that! Or, even that I had a ride…
David saysDecember 8, 2008 at 4:52 pm
I love how it looks like the “park here” sign is sitting in the bike’s rear basket.
Little Miss Sunshine State saysDecember 8, 2008 at 7:14 pm
I had that same Schwinn in blue with a big basket on the front. Before i got my driver’s license ( i was almost 18)
that bike took me to the beach and work and the library.
Shari saysDecember 9, 2008 at 12:39 am
Bossy has seen The Playboys? Bossy should see The Playboys! Plenty of Irish bikes and (sigh) Aidan Quinn…
Ellie saysDecember 10, 2008 at 8:24 pm
I call them Beach Cruisers. The rustier the better. There is nothing more magical.