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 says
December 8, 2008 at 8:55 amI rode a yellow Kia. I miss that bike so very much.
Cat says
December 8, 2008 at 9:06 amDoes Bossy miss living in the city?
hulagirlatheart says
December 8, 2008 at 9:19 amGreen bike from Western Auto when I was five. Loved that bike. It took me through many miles of my childhood.
Liz says
December 8, 2008 at 11:21 amI thought you named it The Ireland Bike because it occasionally enjoyed a nice, dark Guinness.
Reeb says
December 8, 2008 at 3:14 pmShiny 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 says
December 8, 2008 at 3:23 pmWhere I live, that’s called a beach cruiser!
Adorable Girlfriend says
December 8, 2008 at 3:41 pmIs that photo near the convention center in center city? I know I know where that photo was taken…
Emily says
December 8, 2008 at 4:45 pmI wish I had a sweet ride like that! Or, even that I had a ride…
David says
December 8, 2008 at 4:52 pmI love how it looks like the “park here” sign is sitting in the bike’s rear basket.
Little Miss Sunshine State says
December 8, 2008 at 7:14 pmI 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 says
December 9, 2008 at 12:39 amBossy has seen The Playboys? Bossy should see The Playboys! Plenty of Irish bikes and (sigh) Aidan Quinn…
Ellie says
December 10, 2008 at 8:24 pmI call them Beach Cruisers. The rustier the better. There is nothing more magical.