That's me. The small girl in the middle, with my eleven-year-old girlfriends. The year was 1964, a time when kids were allowed to ride bikes everywhere. That year, the girl on my left and I pedaled to a town twenty miles away. I rode my new Western Flyer with white wall tires and black and white seat. I called my mom from a payphone, asking for a ride home because we were tired. She answered, "Get back on your bike and pedal home. Now!” Times have changed, but my freewheelin’ adventures stay with me still. Bev-
