The Bike Race – I lived in the Roxborough section of Philadelphia. There was a nationally recognized endurance bike race that went past the corner of my street for years. Every year we had the pool cleaned and ready, a keg of beer, BBQ to die for and a multitude of friends and family. When the helicopter got close, we filled our mugs and walked to the corner to see the racers ride by. Men and women riders conquered the infamous hill called The Wall in Manayunk in July heat. It was such a warm but sadly out of reach memory. I wish for those times so often.
