Wife Lila was looking for some old pictures when she ran across these two shots of our mothers holding bicycles.
Mother is holding the two bikes she and my dad, L.V. Steinhoff, rode from Cape Girardeau, MO, to Advance, where she grew up.
I did the 72-mile round trip ride the first year I got back into biking. My experience was a lot more pleasant than hers. She talks to this day about how her legs cramped up on the ride.
Lila’s mother’s bike looks remarkably similar
They really knew how to do bikes back in those days. They have fenders, racks, lights, kickstands and chain guards. They must have weighed a ton, but they look like they were built with practicality in mind.
Here’s my Dad with the bike
I’m still looking for pictures of the bike I used to deliver newspapers. The only one I can find so far has it way over in the corner of a picture where you can’t see much detail.