Bike Sale

In our town, there's a group of retired guys who fix up discarded bikes, selling them at community events to raise money for the local food pantry.

 

This particular sale took place in my front yard.

 



 One little bike had belonged to a young girl, now a teenager, who had learned to ride on the road in front of our house.

 
 And there was an elegant roadster, maybe 60 years old, that had been ridden to the post office daily by the woman at the other end of the street.

Sometimes it’s not the bikes that get old.