Sewing machines, bicycles, and vehicles are the things that I like to push pedal to the metal. Here are 13 of my favorite ones from today to long ago.
Kenmore portable sewing machine. About a decade ago, good friend BB gave me her 1970s portable sewing machine when I was having a sewing fix and she was in a down-sizing mood. After a thorough tune-up, the machine was good to go. Vrrrroom, vrrrooom.
I'm going through another spurt (and probably last) of sewing. This morning I started sewing curtains for the upstairs hallway. Yup, that's them in "draft mode" in the above photo.
Eliza Do-a-lot. Some of you know about dear 25-year old Eliza. She's a no-nonsense old lady's white sedan with hardly any blind spots. Eliza was Mama's last car. When Mama broke her hip in 1997, I started driving Eliza back and forth from El Cerrito where the Husband and I lived. By the time Mama felt confident to drive again, she needed to renew her license. She couldn't pass the DMV eye test and, fortunately, she wouldn't drive without a license.
Like any old thing, Eliza has her physical ailments so we don't stray too far from home. When we want or need to, we rent a car. Eliza doesn't seem to mind. So I think.
Tilda-Hilda. I haven't been on the pink lady's cruiser in two years, which I had been riding nearly every day on the nearby back roads for a few years. My knees gave out in the last half of 2016. Lately, they have been feeling stronger. I ought to see if I can pedal without any pain.
White Volvo Station Wagon. In 1993, the First Husband and I bought the 1978 car for about $2,500. It had a lot of problems, at least $400 of repairs every year; still, it managed to take us to San Diego, as well as into Oregon and up into the Sierras. It was a sweet drive, that used funky Volvo was.
Red Honda Scooter. Beep, beep. The First Husband drove a BMW motorcycle and when he saw I liked motorcycles, he bought me a Honda Triumph motorcycle. Maybe if I practiced driving it on a flat surface, and had another teacher, I might've figured how to change gears. The Triumph became the First Husband's second bike.
Still wanting me to feel the independence of being on a motorized bike, he bought me an electric scooter that could go about 20 miles on a charge, if driven on flat terrain. We lived on a hill in San Francisco, which meant some times I walked the scooter the last few blocks to our apartment. Around 1991, the First Husband presented me with a used gas Honda scooter. Beep, beep. Day or night, in clear, foggy, or rainy weather, I drove that scooter around the City. Beep, beep.
Mazda Truck. In 1984, I decided I didn't need to meet a guy who had a truck. I was an independent single woman making a good salary who could afford her own truck. So I bought myself a brand new red truck. Several months after I bought the Mazda, I met the First Husband who owned a white Datsun truck.
Emeline. A few weeks before I entered community college in the Fall of 1971, the parents decided I needed a car of my own and they let me be part of the decision-making. Mama wanted me to drive a sporty looking tank of a car so if I ever got into an accident, I would not be crushed.
I fell in love with a yellow Dodge Colt, the first of its boxy kind, completely stripped down. No power brakes, no power steering, no fancy stripes, and no radio. Basic. Simple. It had a manual transmission, which I had no clue as to how to drive. I learned quickly.
Emeline and I had many adventures in our six years together, including driving the streets of San Francisco, up and down California, and criss-crossing the United States.
Green Peugeot 10-speed bike. When the Only and Older Brother went off to Australia to teach in the 1970s, I got his ten-speed. This was a powerful bike that let me pedal farther and further away from home and be back before the parents knew I had wandered.
Singer treadle sewing machine. I love this machine. Pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal.
Daddy bought the machine for Mama, probably one of his first gifts to her, back in the 1950s. I watched Mama pedal it for miles as she sewed dresses and tops for me, for her, and for her friends. I learned to sew on this machine. Pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal.
Blue Western Flyer Lady's Cruiser. When I was in 6th or 7th grade, the parents gave my first bike away and bought me this bicycle. They must've thought I was too old or big to be riding the Schwinn, but I thought the Western Flyer was the same size. I may be wrong. Soon after they bought it, I stopped riding bikes. Too old for that. When I was a senior in high school, I got over being too old to ride a bicycle. So I pulled the blue cruiser out of the shed to tootle around town. It made a wonderful creaking noise.
Black Schwinn Bicycle. It was either a three-speed or a five-speed that belonged to the Only and Older Brother. I was probably nine years old when I first tried his bike. I loved how fast I could go. Wisssssssh. I didn't know how the gears worked, so I didn't mess with them. I also never figured out the hand brakes. To stop, I either slowed down and fell to the ground or bashed into the garage door.
Blue Schwinn Girl's Cruiser. The parents gave me my first two-wheeler when I was seven years old. Daddy put training wheels on it so I was able to ride it whenever I wanted and not when a grown-up had the time to be with me.
It was a very late afternoon, nearly dusk, when Daddy let go of the seat and I pedaled that bicycle forward on my own. Whooo-hooo!
Daddy's Car. I may be three or four years old. Maybe younger, I don't recall. Nor do I remember what kind of car. My memory is this: Sitting next to Daddy on the long bench seat, my left hand on the steering wheel. Daddy had me thinking I was the one driving the car.
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