It was free, butt It has been three days now, yet the effects of this brutal Chinese device linger.
Brother Virgil thoughtfully donated a bicycle to Stan's new exercise program last week. Virg had purchased the sporty-red mountain 10-speed import long ago and now it just hung upside-down in his garage, a relic of another era. It was gratefully accepted Saturday and immediately taken for a jubilant test spin down the abandoned railroad trail between Shakopee and Chaska.
In the time it took to stand up, turn back and gingerly pedal home, it had become obvious to the rider that the narrow, rock-hard bicycle seat had been designed, long before detente, by cunning communists seeking to target and torture the most vulnerable spot of the American capitalist.
Thus chastened, a wide-bottom defense was soon purchased from Mr. Schwinn, and now awaits installation in high hopes that in good time, the rider can make it all the way to Chaska.
