The object of my desire in 1961: Dad's 26 inch Raleigh bike with the little tool bag behind the seat. It didn't get better than that at 7. I had a dinky 24 inch bike that was given to me on Christmas Day 1960. One year later, I plotted ways to get Dad’s bike. These plots took place in my head on our long rides up the Hudson; pass Grant’s Tomb on our way to the Little Red Lighthouse under the George Washington Bridge. We’d sit there looking across the river and I swore I could hear the kids screaming on the Palisades Amusement Park roller coaster.