Driving up and out of Phoenix each summer, we passed All Bike Sales, which always caught my eye along the Beeline Hway to Payson at Rye, AZ. The weather was always too something, giving us an excuse to not stop! Then one fateful day in 1998 while driving home, I HAD TO STOP, even though it had been raining earlier. With my AE1 film camera, I was in awe of how many pieces and parts were piled here and in line over there. From the highway at 60 mph, it was a blur of potential. But from down here on the ground, this became a paradise of peddled possibilities. The Sun came out! I wandered the field, and came away happy as a newspaper boy with a new bike. Unfortunately, in April, 2016, a fire came through and took it all away. People smile at the images in my gallery. Especially this seat! My 1957 Paperboy bike is planted at my retread cabin and is rusting beautifully. I am smiling again. Thank you Ron!