The Bike, Part Deux

Ah yes, the times we had flying down the highway on that old girl with my beautiful Deb. As it was a "hard tail" with no suspension to speak of save the rear tire, it was often a bumpy, vibrating ride. Why we didn't make out on the back of it, I'll never know. Well, now that we're approaching Middle Age, I would love to have a place to build a bike like that again, and of course, diddle my Deb's on the back.

Without going through all the photo's I've stashed away from the past (and I really must do that someday) here's the closest pix to our baby: