Memories of that bicycle

When I entered the utility room, I looked at a rusty bicycle in the corner, which immediately brought back my memories of bicycles.

The first time I saw a bicycle when I was in elementary school was when I saw a postman carrying a postal bag and riding a bicycle all the way to the entrance of the school, and when he met someone, he kept ringing the bell with his right hand, and the sound of "beeping, beeping" always made people "hear the sound before they see him". After the postman stopped the car, teachers and students swarmed up to see if there were letters from distant friends and relatives, while the students gathered around the bicycle, making people envious. At that time, there were only a few bicycles on the road as a means of transportation, except for postal workers who had bicycles for delivering letters, and only the better-off or unit cadres had them.

After I went to high school, I wanted to learn how to ride a bicycle, so I had to borrow a bicycle from my uncle's house, who said I was a little kid learning how to ride a bicycle.

Learning to ride a bicycle requires a training process, the uncle taught me bicycle riding skills in the wider Sun Valley Ping, let me sit on the seat stool, his hands holding the back of the car, but because the body is not high enough, the feet are not long enough, the uncle had to let me put my left foot on the pedal, the right foot from the big bar triangle bracket in the past, the right foot pedal hard with a half-cycle way forward, he held the back of the car followed by the frame, the purpose is to maintain the stability of the body. Because of the beginning, the body is stiff, not obedient, either east or west, but the curiosity of beginners can not wait to learn in one step, to learn the skills as soon as possible, to ride a bicycle addiction, as soon as the evening side of the school hours, pull the uncle pushed the bike to practice, after two or three days of repeated practice, the right foot through the big bar triangle bracket to the pedal a pedal, followed by the left foot to follow the pedal, the uncle hands to let go of the car rear frame After two or three days of repeated practice, my right foot went through the big bar triangle bracket to the pedal, then my left foot followed the pedal, and my uncle let go of the rear rack with both hands.

In the following days, the uncle saw that I could ride alone normally, he no longer followed me out, I saw that he no longer supervised me, I was bold enough to ride the car to the highway, was self-absorbed, a little drifting when a car across the road came sharply, emergency braking caused the chain to fall off, hurriedly got off and fiddled with the chain by hand, the chain reset, reaped a hand full of oil, but did not affect the desire to ride, continue to go on the road, and suddenly Suddenly, two or three children ran out of the intersection and chased the bicycle, and the wind rolled over them, and they were about to hit someone.

In the era of material scarcity, bicycles were a big and valuable item for a family, and people had to get a license to buy a new car. Whenever they had time, they would wipe their bikes with a basin of water. At that time, some of the fashion will be in the front and rear wheel axle on a round colorful small brush, car ride up colorful small brush will roll with the wheel not only can automatically wipe away the dust, and with the wheel turned up, very good-looking.

After I joined the workforce, I scrimped and saved for a few months and finally bought a bicycle of my own, which was especially precious to me. In order to prevent bicycle theft, people who bought new bicycles at that time would go ahead and get their bicycles licensed and stamped in order to prevent theft. The staff put a unique stamp number on the fixed position of my bike's central axle, applied for a "bicycle license" for my beloved bike, and hung a "bicycle license plate" on the back of the bike, and since then the Haishi bike has been accompanying me to work and witnessing my growth. From then on, the Haishi bicycle has been accompanying me to work and witnessing my growth.

At the beginning of 1998, I had the honor to be recruited by the post office as a village postal worker and took up the post of village postal worker at the grassroots level, wearing the postal olive green uniform and riding a "permanent" green bicycle marked with the words "China Post", running around in the countryside, delivering for the people A postal road, a bicycle, is an ordinary perseverance, I also bicycle letter delivery, by the people's praise and leadership of the affirmative, harvest a stack of honorary certificates.

Today, although bicycles are replaced by cars, motorcycles, electric bikes, etc., few people riding bicycles, but the times carry a good story of bicycles, is a bicycle accompanied by people through a long period of time, become in those hard years is my fondest memories!