“So you are a real cowboy then? Ha, wait until I tell Bertha. There’s that bike I told you about. My son sort of customized it after seeing’ an old James Dean motorcycle greaser movie and made it up as his very own imaginary custom-built chopper. There is a hand pump over there. I know them tires probably need airing up.” Clem said pointing at a rusty old banana seated Stingray bicycle.
“Let see what we got here.” Crick said examining the bike. Evidently someone had taken the forks off one bike and added them to the existing forks of this one to extend it out a foot or so. It had playing cards stuck in the spokes that Crick would remove the first chance he had.
“Ha! Ha! You going to look pretty riding that thing Crick!” Loomis said imagining a funny mental picture of Crick peddling alo
