Another old bike picture. That's my dad on Christmas morning in Boulder City, NV. 1955 or so?
My dad died almost 2 weeks ago of pulmonary fibrosis.
Until a couple years ago when his lungs started giving out, we enjoyed riding bikes along the Kettle River together.
I gave him a Peugeot mountain bike with huge fat knobbies one summer. He enjoyed tooling down the road on this bike when I came to visit.
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