232. My Bike Club

I had the most wonderful childhood. I grew in San Diego, where it rains about two a year, and it's always sunny and bright. could ride my bike just about any day the year, and had lots of friends. My friend was George Kenny. George lived just a houses down the block from me and we the same age. Actually, I was about 28 older than him – a fact that I threw in his face. "You must respect your ," I would sometimes tell him. That usually got nasty response from him. Anyway, George came up me one day and said, "Hey Richard, why 't we form a bicycle club?"

I thought about for a while, and then he said, "We give ourselves a cool name and get hats stickers and have lots of fun. What do say?" I immediately fell in love with the . "You bet, Georgie Porgy!" I used to call that all the time even though I knew hated it. Well before we knew it, we a couple of other guys together and came with the best name for a club ever. were the "White Skulls." Why we chose that , I'll never know, but all the kids seemed like it, so I was okay with it, .

The four of us went to the local shop and we each picked out a skull to put on our bikes. I chose a one, while Georgie Porgy picked red. He shouted: " am the red skull! I am the king the club! If you don't like it, try take it from me!" George was a pretty guy, so no one argued with him. We our bikes everywhere and had a great summer. 's how we formed the greatest bike club ever!