Art & Inspiration Traditional images that need no explanation.

Me in my pedal car about 1964 or so. I can't tell you how many tires I went through on that thing. Our street, race street, had a slight down hill from the top where I lived to the bottom where my friend lived. Going down was fun, and fast, so fast in fact I rolled this peddle car turning into my friends walk way to his house. I made a hard right turn, the outside tires went off the sidewalk, and I rolled through the front yard about 3 times. I climbed out and everyone was standing there looking at me. Great times. Getting back to the top wasn't to bad, but definitely not as easy or as fast as getting to the bottom was.