For the
last in this series of excerpts from my recently published memoir,
Bike Hunt, I’ve chosen the story of Silver’s
giveaway. He was an all-chrome adult-size stunt BMX bike I’d found at a pawn
shop in San Antonio, Texas. His giveaway was one of the most magical as I found
myself in the right moment in the right place with a bike I’d given the perfect
name.
After lunch on the
last day of the conference, I rode Silver to the bus stop where I would catch
the bus to the airport, looking for an appropriate recipient along those empty
streets. The bus stop happened to be at the edge of a tiny, lot-sized park,
unusual for that city because it actually invited locals to linger. A hotdog
vendor had a long line waiting. Families were picnicking in the grass. Workers
of all types, some in work pants, others in business attire, sat on the low
rock wall that encircled the lawn. I soaked in the scene before starting my
slow ride around the park to find Silver his new owner.
Halfway
through my second lap, I spotted a man, maybe mid-thirties, wearing clean
worker’s pants and a new plaid shirt, who had just bought a hot dog. The way he
stood holding it, not eating, just thinking, gave me my cue.
“Excuse
me,” I said.
“Yes?”
he asked, obviously suspicious of me riding this BMX bike, a backpack on my
back.
I
stepped off in front of him in an effort to look a bit more normal. “I’ll be
catching the bus to the airport soon to fly back to Arizona where I live. I’ve been riding this
wonderful bike I bought at a pawn shop, but now I need to find someone who can
take care of him. For free, only the commitment to take care of him.”
I
knew I’d gotten his attention when he began asking questions, mostly so I would
repeat that I was soon leaving and could very well leave that bike with him. By
then, his hand had drooped to his side in his amazement and I worried he might
drop the hotdog. He must have caught my glance because he set it down on the
wall. With his hands free, I was able to push Silver toward him until he
grabbed the grips and straddled the frame. He thanked me, then told me how this
bike would add to a turning point that had happened earlier that day. After
months without work, nearly losing his house, he had found a job. Now he could
ride this bike and save bus money. When I told him the bike’s name was Silver,
he clenched his jaw.
“My
daughter’s name... is Silver,” he said, as he turned away so I’d never know if
the tears flowed. I left him like that, not turning back as the bus pulled up
and I jumped on.
Silver’s Bike Hunt story is one of many throughout the book.
His is the last of the select series of nine I’ve shared on this blog. All have
the label “Bike Hunt” so you can easily find them.
Better yet, you can buy your own copy of
Bike Hunt to read all of the stories and
more. Find it through any online book vendor worldwide (Amazon, Barnes &
Noble, etc.) or order it through your local book store. We also have copies for
sale at
www.OneStreet.org.
Sue