Recently while going through the offerings of a yard sale, I saw an old bicycle that brought back memories of my younger days of adventures in Bandera. Previous tales have revealed just what a cherished item my bike was and the impact it had on my life back in the day. I struggled to remember when I lost contact with something that was the center of my world at one time. How many errands did I run for my mom up to Main Street to Rhodes’ Country Shopper on that bike? The count must surely have been up in the hundreds.