Powering ‘The Tank’…battery not included

 Powering ‘The Tank’…battery not included

Mom and pop didn’t have a lot of bikeing around money when I was a kid so I was late to the biking scene. Around 9 they finally splurged on a used Monarch 26” behemoth bike that seemed as heavy as me.


A scrawny stringbean, I struggled to get it down the gangway to the basement and up again the next day. Good for the arms and shoulders. Peddling was another challenge. Big bike with big tires put a strain on my peddle extremities. What sin was committed to deserve this punishment, I pondered.


I quickly realized ‘The Tank’ as I called it, was my ticket to freedom from the 4 walls. It took me everywhere in my Chicago Garfield Ridge neighborhood with my cohorts in adventure.

Sometime later I discovered I could run like blazes, fastest kid among my peers. Helped me excel at sandlot baseball and football. Here I am today at 78, losing a step every year….but still the fastest in my play group. All thanks to The Tank.


That’s why I look in dismay at the little types around my house speeding down the streets and sidewalk with their feet frozen to the pedals. Mr. Lithium Ion is doing all the motivating while their pilots might as well be asleep at the wheel. Wonder how well they’ll be moving on their own in a few decades.

Societal progress is not a straight line upward. It moves in fits and starts. Right know those lithium ion batteries moving little kids around like so much dead weight…is more of a fit than a start.