backing up a little.

Yes, those were heady days to be sure! I remember the curbs had been put in and the streets were graded with what looked to be like blades of rock, sparkling in the daylight. But danger lurked behind all that glitter! All over town the blood of the newly arrived immigrants from Sculpin Tickle and every other out of the way place on this planet, was flowing into the gravel and everywhere else there was a bashed up bike! Even the crowd from overseas who had those funny looking compact models had difficulty, although they were kinda nimble on those things...all fancy. Still, skin was shed, and in the fullness of a short length of time we were all travelling around the wilds of town and country on our bicycles...wearing our bandaids like badges of honour! It brings tears to think about it.