Keep On Truckin’ Babe
I remember it quite clearly. It was Christmas, and my family didn’t have much money. But there beneath the tree in the early morning was a single-speed bicycle. Gold, like the sun. It was everything to me.
I went everywhere on that thing. It transformed my life more than a driver’s license did. Because no matter what I did, where I went, a car was just transportation. That bicycle was a ride.