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The Western Flyer

Short Story by J A Farina

The scent of bicycle chain oil recalls the early voyages of exploration beyond the narrow corridors of my Water Street neighborhood. Freedom on two wheels.

My green, third-hand Western Flyer bike took me to streets where houses larger than I ever knew stood. Free-riding down steep streets, the acceleration blowing back my hair, with my spoke card revving like a Harley. I’d ride to the city’s core and riverside, racing long red freighters and CNR trains back to my house and, the next day, travel again.

A summer of discovery by bike, a love of freedom forever.

Joseph A Farina is a retired lawyer in Sarnia, Ontario, Canada. An award-winning poet. Several of his poems have been published throughout Canada USA, and Europe.

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Daisy Anne

September 2, 2022 at 6:15 pm

Wonderful sensory descriptions! I have very fond memories of riding my bike down a big hill in an old neighborhood 😊
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  September 2, 2022 at 7:50 pm
  
  Same here, the cards on spokes wizzing down the hills. What great times in those day to be a kid. Thank you for sharing your memories 🙂
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