ride...ride like the wind

I road my bike like a good girl today. I love riding it. It's like swimming. I feel weightless. The wond blowing in my hair, sometimes I even let go of the handlebars. I remember my first bike, a blue spider bike, with a white banana seat! Man I was stylin. Of course it wasn't the more expensive green Schwinn that other people had. My parents would never pay for a Schwinn. I am not sure but it could have been a Huffy! I loved that bike. It served me very well. Lenore and I would ride to my Gram's house in the city on that thing. Her on the handle bars.....except when she would fly off!
I loved those secret trips down 79th street to see Elsie. She was always happy for the company and she never to my Mom. She would feed us, make us laugh, sit and chit chat, sometimes send us to the store for her, and then remind us that it was getting late and my Mom would be home soon. My Gram lived on 81st and Marshfield (Little Flower, I believe) in Chicago, we lived on 82nd and Central in Burbank, quite the ride for two kids on one bike!
Elsie was the greatest. She never told on you....never. She always made u breakfast or whatever u wanted, you could stay up all night and sleep all day. She smelled like coty face powder, she smoked and drank beer, although I don't ever remember her smelling like either. Maybe the smell of Vicks vapo rub over powered the beer smell. I loved her. I still do. I miss her, too.
Wherever u r Gram, I hope you can see me and my family and how well we all turned out.
Your genes gave me the stamina to survive.