Day 8 #100DaysOfOldDays

Ah…the old black bicycle. The one in this photo is hanging on the ceiling of our local pub. An Sean Sibin in Ballina.

I remember my uncle having a bicycle exactly like this one; all through the 70’s. He would have cycled for miles on it. It didn’t have gears, so when he came to a steep hill, he had to hop off and walk up it. It had big springs under the saddle and a big round headlamp positioned at the centre of the handlebars. I’m pretty sure he had a bell on it too.

The black bicycle in Lucy’s drawing belongs to Flossie Lynch, the main character in my novel.