Picked this one up today. Comes with a bitter-sweet story. The lady must of been in her early eighties. She said she was 4 years old during the depression.
The bike was purchased new for her sister in 1940 from Montgomery Wards. I asked why she thought it was a 1940. She said, "I don't think it's a 1940, I KNOW it's a 1940. That's when my father bought it for my sister".
Her sister passed away eight years ago. I asked her why she was selling it. She said she needed money for medical expenses. Needless to say, I gave her price for it.
Aired up the tires, and lubed the chain. Would of liked to take her around the block, but she's got a busted crank arm.
Not a clue what to do with this one. Looks like something that would be hanging from the ceiling of a Cracker Barrel Resturant.
As always,
thanks for lookin,
Jules
The bike was purchased new for her sister in 1940 from Montgomery Wards. I asked why she thought it was a 1940. She said, "I don't think it's a 1940, I KNOW it's a 1940. That's when my father bought it for my sister".
Her sister passed away eight years ago. I asked her why she was selling it. She said she needed money for medical expenses. Needless to say, I gave her price for it.
Aired up the tires, and lubed the chain. Would of liked to take her around the block, but she's got a busted crank arm.
Not a clue what to do with this one. Looks like something that would be hanging from the ceiling of a Cracker Barrel Resturant.
As always,
thanks for lookin,
Jules