When I was 14, I had already been working for 2 years and saving my pennies.
One day I walked in to a bike shop in my neighborhood and my eyes fell on a brand new French racing bike. Nothing like anything I had ever seen before. In my mind this was my " Red Rider BB gun " and I had to have it.
It took all the money I had plus a small $$ contribution from my father and it was mine.
I rode it tirelessly for the next 4 years until my 2nd year in University when it was taken from me.
I never forgot this bike and I have been looking for another one for the last 35 years and was never able to find one until 2 weeks ago. .
I bought it from a fellow in San Antonio Texas and it is exactly the same year and colour as mine was, with all the same components. What are the chances of that, and it is in really good condition to boot.
Unfortunately he would not ship it to Canada, so I had it shipped to a UPS store in Lewiston NY and I went and picked it up 2 days ago
Just shows you that never giving up pays off. I had to pay 3X what I originally paid for the bike in 1969, but it is well worth it. To be honest with you, it's priceless to me
Here is a picture
