Wish I had a picture of my first bike too. It was a junker with a couple welds to hold it together. I made a run through my scans from family photographs, but it wasn't there. I bought it close to the time I bought a Detroit News paper route in 1942, and delivered papers after school for years on that bike. Every once in a while over the next three years I'd get called out in the middle of the night to deliver an "extra." Talk about breaking news! I'd go downtown, get my papers, ride back to my route and ride down the streets shouting: "Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Marines land on Okinawa!" Porch lights would pop on and people in pajamas and bathrobes would pop out. It was an education, and by the time the war ended I was pretty much current on current affairs.
I was twelve when I bought that route. Kids can't do that any longer. Nowadays they'd be robbed, raped, or murdered delivering papers alone at night.
