Originally Posted by Ninnie

One day not too long ago, DH was cleaning out his garage,(it is his domain, and I do not enter much, and never touch his tools, just like my sewing room is mine, and he does not enter, or touch my Ginger scissors :lol: :lol: , and he came across the pile of old bikes. Having raised 7 kids here, we had the in all different sizes. We called a friend who recycles bikes , and gives them away, and he came and got them. Anyway, we got to talking, DH and I and he was talking about how he rode everywhere, and didn't think anything of getting on his and riding to the store, which is 5 miles away. And then I told him how I had never owned a bike growing up.And that my older brother brought one home from the dump. when I was in the 5th grade, and fixed it up. I learned to ride on that boy's bike, and after my brother left home it was mine. I was so short, I had to stand up to ride it. :lol: :lol: NOthing more was said, and I had completely forgotten this little conversation.
DH came home from work, one evening, and came in the house, and said. "Stay out of the garage. Nothing more, and I said, ok, but I never go in your garage any way, :shock: So, then I got to thinking, I'll bet my Mother's Day gift is in there! :-D
DH gets up before me Sunday morning, which is very unusual. and when I come down stairs, he says, "Your Mother's Day Gift is out on the deck, go look and he is wearing this huge grin. :-D
Here is what he got me. :lol: :lol: It's a 1 speeder LOL, and it has a seat, a real seat on it. :lol: :lol:
So, Now, I get to "pimp" it out :-D All suggestions will be considered. LOL
I took it for a spin, and rode for awhile yesterday, and boy oh boy do I feel it. DH said, "You know you can take the tags off of it now", and I said, No. then all the other kids in the neighborhood won't know it's new ;-)