When I was twelve years old we lived on a farm about four miles from town, and I wanted a new bicycle more than anything (except maybe Maureen McCormick, and I'll admit to having only a vague idea about what I wanted with her). Not another hand-me-down bike, mind you, but a brand new bike of my very own like I hadn't had since I was five and got one for Christmas and my grandpa taught me to ride it that very day. So I started saving my nickels and dimes and dreaming of a new bike. On our weekend stops at the sporting goods store I picked out the one I wanted, a white Columbia 10-speed road bike with black handlebar tape, saddle and trim, center-pull caliper brakes and Shimano derailleurs. I even remember exactly how much it cost - $179.99. After months of saving and scrounging and coming up short I began to despair that it would ever be mine.
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