I really envy you baddog ... My best friend and I were planning on biking all over the U.S. and Canada in the 50's. On July 2nd 1954 we were looking at bikes at a local bike shop. On July 3rd Aubrey (my friend) stopped to help an old woman change a flat tire. He was that kind of guy. A drunk came down the road, lost control of his car, and hit and killed Aubrey on the spot. A very sad day for me and we never got to live our dream.
