tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post559909582567216485..comments2024-03-29T08:48:52.553+10:30Comments on Drifting through life: my first bikeRiverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-46852017770081795582012-01-06T11:45:16.508+10:302012-01-06T11:45:16.508+10:30Begging your pardon, I've had a mince pie with...Begging your pardon, I've had a mince pie with icing on top; and want another.<br /><br />Special order.<br /><br />-Robert.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-54157041538829555182012-01-05T22:38:19.250+10:302012-01-05T22:38:19.250+10:30R.H. mince pies don't get icing, they get spri...R.H. mince pies don't get icing, they get sprinkled with caster sugar. <br /><br />Kath Lockett; thanks. I loved him for it. <br /><br />Anonymous; welcome to drifting. Maybe we knew each other in Port Pirie.<br /><br />Red Nomad; it's been 43 years for me, and it certainly is scary!Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-22919923009391346852012-01-05T22:18:18.046+10:302012-01-05T22:18:18.046+10:30In 2011 I rode a bike for the first time in about ...In 2011 I rode a bike for the first time in about 25 years on Lord Howe Island! SCARY!!! Sadly, I think I was the slowest rider the islanders had ever seen ...Red Nomad OZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03020668094026661054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-64467848284401343522012-01-05T05:36:42.803+10:302012-01-05T05:36:42.803+10:30This brought back many memories of growing up in P...This brought back many memories of growing up in Port Pirie and of how much I loved my dad-thank you somuchAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-10909385429686666432012-01-05T02:17:08.974+10:302012-01-05T02:17:08.974+10:30What a lovely story and even lovelier dad!What a lovely story and even lovelier dad!Kath Locketthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09677312773827236567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-86268171135836658032012-01-04T21:13:27.220+10:302012-01-04T21:13:27.220+10:30Don't be coy, if you're strong enough to w...Don't be coy, if you're strong enough to work at a supermarket checkout you're mighty strong. <br /><br />Don't play the Little Lady.<br /><br />And most of all, don't tease me over mince pies. I would expect a bit of icing on top of each, and won't mind if they get a bit squashed; it saves on the chewing.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Robert.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-81925201797815502212012-01-04T20:03:27.839+10:302012-01-04T20:03:27.839+10:30R.H. I'm not strong enough to do any of those ...R.H. I'm not strong enough to do any of those things. I'll have the son-in-law look at it. Or I'll take it to a bike shop and see what they can do. <br />That's a Lego sized truck of mince pies, right? <br /><br />Fenstar; eyes closed?? Holey doughnut!! I wouldn't have dared.<br /><br />drb; you're welcome and HNY to you too.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-16689253785764088342012-01-03T23:49:20.320+10:302012-01-03T23:49:20.320+10:30Happy New Year River! Thanks for sharing a very t...Happy New Year River! Thanks for sharing a very touching memory. :`)drbnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-46037521925789117662012-01-03T22:06:06.999+10:302012-01-03T22:06:06.999+10:30n'aaw what a lovely Dad.
I have fond though a...n'aaw what a lovely Dad.<br /><br />I have fond though amusing memories of riding my bike down the middle of the road, no hands, with my eyes closed. We used to play chicken, to see who could go the longest without opening their eyes. <br />I may have ended up in a blackberry bush on the side of the road!Fenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07945553568341010805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-22018737146135990362012-01-03T21:49:22.740+10:302012-01-03T21:49:22.740+10:30There's three things you can do:
1. Squirt WD...There's three things you can do:<br /><br />1. Squirt WD40 to loosen the bar.<br /><br />2. Then hit the bar with a hammer, using a lump of wood on top to protect the end.<br /><br />3. Or: hacksaw the bar off leaving enough to attach the seat.<br /><br />If I lived near you I would fix it myself for no reward (apart from a truckload of your mince pies). <br /><br />Gastronomically yours,<br />-Robert.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-56847490846740302542012-01-03T18:22:07.329+10:302012-01-03T18:22:07.329+10:30Delores; yes, they did. I'm quite sorry that I...Delores; yes, they did. I'm quite sorry that I didn't see many of them until I was older, but I certainly appreciate each sacrifice now. <br /><br />Toni; he was pretty awesome, really laid back, easy going, giving me only very basic rules and allowing me to make up my own mind a lot, learn from my own mistakes.<br /><br />R.H. yes, indeed.<br /><br />Andrew; It was such an unexpected surprise too, nowhere near my birthday or Christmas.<br /><br />JeanetteLS; no muss, no fuss. That was my dad alright.<br /><br />Ro; My greatest memory is the freedom he allowed me. I had the son-in-law and the grandson (big strapping boy) both trying to push the seat down further, but they couldn't budge it. I'll have them try again next time I see them, maybe if they twist it a bit as they push...<br />If it goes down those few extra inches it will be much easier for me. <br /><br />Windsmoke; he did love me quite a lot. He always said it was because I had brown eyes like he did...<br /><br />Elisabeth; I'm pleased to bring you a happy memory. It's true times were less dangerous for kids back then, more so for me I think, because Port Pirie was a smaller town then and everybody knew my dad and me.<br /><br />Tempo; it certainly was a great childhood. The freedom! And I learned very quickly how to fix my own punctures.<br /><br />EC; great memories aren't they? First bikes and freedom. I remember feeling the same freedom and excitement years later when i got my motorbike. (scooter, really, Suzuki 50cc).Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-16633984833969113952012-01-03T17:25:59.197+10:302012-01-03T17:25:59.197+10:30My first bike was second hand (or more likely fift...My first bike was second hand (or more likely fifth hand) but I loved it with a passion and like you rode everywhere. The freedom... Thanks for the memories.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-79104218859892562292012-01-03T16:35:31.412+10:302012-01-03T16:35:31.412+10:30At that same time...just across the water in Whyal...At that same time...just across the water in Whyalla I was going through pretty much the same experiences. We lived on our bikes and anything that took them off the road was like having your feet cut off for the time it took to have them repaired. It was a good childhood was it not?!Tempohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01023337124226272532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-24001387546558063492012-01-03T15:28:27.606+10:302012-01-03T15:28:27.606+10:30I can remember my first bike, too, River. My bro...I can remember my first bike, too, River. My brothers restored an old one they'd found at the tip, as good as new. And like you I travelled everywhere by bike. I shudder to think of it now, how dangerous, but not so then I don't think. <br /><br />Maybe we both had angels looking after us. lovely writing, River. Thanks for the memories.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-20324052789216167952012-01-03T14:40:16.431+10:302012-01-03T14:40:16.431+10:30That's what i call a loving dad as well as a t...That's what i call a loving dad as well as a top bloke :-).Windsmoke.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12225394580987872677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-85843649736519395852012-01-03T14:40:11.893+10:302012-01-03T14:40:11.893+10:30Just had a squiz at your bike pic again - the silv...Just had a squiz at your bike pic again - the silver bar the seat is on should go down that further couple of centimetres, inside the pole.<br />Loosen the screw/swivel hook thingie and push down, hard, sometimes those silver seat posts get stuck in the one position.Rohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14864094753113341376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-72588131178568824482012-01-03T14:35:32.782+10:302012-01-03T14:35:32.782+10:30What a wonderful father and a great memory you hav...What a wonderful father and a great memory you have of him, River :)Rohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14864094753113341376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-71109729006501430742012-01-03T13:55:21.200+10:302012-01-03T13:55:21.200+10:30Now that's a dad. No fuss, no muss. No guilt o...Now that's a dad. No fuss, no muss. No guilt or show about it. He simply gave something up to, undoubtedly, watch the sunrise in his little girl's face.JeannetteLShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528285846408727632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-47602784453175665312012-01-03T12:15:34.762+10:302012-01-03T12:15:34.762+10:30What a wonderful thing for a father to do for his ...What a wonderful thing for a father to do for his little girl.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-58470556961271337502012-01-03T11:06:31.890+10:302012-01-03T11:06:31.890+10:30Your Pa, what a bloke.Your Pa, what a bloke.R.H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04639593801088008224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-70540441919308654952012-01-03T10:11:40.736+10:302012-01-03T10:11:40.736+10:30How awesome was your dad!!
I bought my first bike...How awesome was your dad!!<br /><br />I bought my first bike myself, when I was 15 and had a job working at a little roadside shop 2 kms away. It was dog-ugly but at least I didn't have to walk to work. (had to walk most of the way home though, it was uphill!)Tonihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16561240096806868742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664393407924733681.post-78052458032380411192012-01-03T08:06:59.727+10:302012-01-03T08:06:59.727+10:30Our parents made a lot of sacrifices for us and ne...Our parents made a lot of sacrifices for us and never mentioned it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com