I grew up in a small town in Ohio. This was my first new bike. I remember the day my mom brought it home almost as if it was yesterday. My mom a great keeper of all things vintage had stored my bike in the garage. I found it on a trip back to Ohio and decided to restore it. This was the first bike I restored. It brought back a lot of great memories of riding to the swimming pool, delivering papers  on my paper route and enjoying the freedom a farm town of 500 can provide to a child.