Mexikid Stories by Pedro Martin for December 02, 2021

It’s so great to have Mexikid Stories back in my daily comic list. I hope this is a long-term situation.

Keep on peddling pedals, Pedro. (I’m ducking now)

Hope you still ride. Your dad and mine both got junked bikes for us to start.

Bikes were the ultimate freedom as a kid. Unknown to my parents, one of my younger brothers and I would bicycle out to the woods at the end of the Air Force Base runway. We would sneak commando-style to the edge of the woods where we could watch the jet fighters. One day we saw an entire B-52 “scramble”. Dozens of monster planes taking off with a noise like the end of the world. Today we would have been rounded up and interrogated as terrorists.

It was the 70’s, so I know your bike must have had a banana seat.

I’m really liking this story, Sr. Martin! Thanks (now to see how it ends…)

Yah, I remember Eddie’s bike. It was beachin’.

My first bicycle was a fixie like that. It came with training wheels on it. The salesman didn’t call it a fixie; he called it a sidewalk bike. I wanted a bike with brakes but that would have been more expensive….

One of my brothers lost a toenail on a bike like that. I still remember the blood. After that we were no longer allowed to bike without shoes. And he still has a misshapen toenail!