My poor son is the victim of his birth order and my thrifty nature. If I can get a little more use out of something by handing it down to him when his sister is done with it, I will. I’ve saved untold amounts of money from the fact that until recently my daughter was the ultimate tomboy.
The Christmas my daughter was three, Santa brought her a pretty red Huffy bike with white wall tires and chrome fenders. It was a nice sturdy bike with a pedal brake, which is much easier for a child to learn to use and not all that easy to find (not that I would know since Santa brought this one) When she outgrew it and got a new bike, I handed it down to my son, in spite of the fact that it was a “girl bike” with a downward sloping bar. I figured that was only in his favor – he is a wild boy on a bike and what engineering genius thought it was a better idea for a man to have a high crossbar anyway??
Just before my summer vacation, my son’s red bike got a flat. We tried to patch it but the tube was a loss. So were the tires – and since my daughter is now ten and those tires never gave us an ounce of trouble in SEVEN YEARS I could hardly complain. I ordered a couple of thorn resistant tubes and new tires to pick up in the US and bring back.
In the meantime, my son grew taller of course. He’s almost too big for that wonderful red bike now. He rode his sister’s larger bike recently and it looked much more size appropriate. I had thought of getting him a new bike for his birthday, and I may still, but while every toy store in town has a selection of bicycles most of them are total crap – you wouldn’t believe how many of those locally available bikes I’ve seen people buy and throw away within a year. And most have hand brakes besides.
A good friend of mine who left this summer also left two bikes behind at the building where we were neighbors before I moved in February. Her son had the same kind of Huffy bike my daughter has, with a pedal brake, so I decided to go and take a look at it, with the idea that maybe it could serve as a stop-gap for my son while I look around for a good bike in the meantime.
My friend’s son is a wild man and he rode that bike hard. Extremely hard. I knew that when I went to see it, but I figured that if it could survive my friend’s son (who was also a close friend of my son) that it must be decently constructed. That other boy makes my son look almost sedate!
The bike had a torn up seat (which it turns out was a replacement that had previously been on my son’s toddler bike), was missing its hand grips and one pedal. But since it was overall in okay condition in spite of the rough treatment it received, I decided that I could make it work. The bike is black and neon green. Now it’s a Frankenstein bike. We cannibalized a few bikes destined for the junk man and replaced the seat with a red and black one and took a purple pedal off of my son’s toddler bike. I’ll have to hunt down some hand grips and also get a new tube for the flat tire and a couple of matching pedals if I can find them, but otherwise, it’s good to go.
Lucky for me, my son doesn’t care about the hodge podge of mismatched parts – he is thrilled with his “new” bike. He’ll be even happier when I get that tire fixed…


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