A couple years ago I did some trading for an older, green, Western Flyer middleweight for my dad since that's what he had as a kid, but could never find one like my mom had. Well....the bicycle gods were smiling upon me and directed my attention to this....
A 1958 J.C. Higgins with a specific graphics design on the tank. The wheels were rusty and the tires were wrong. I was going to put a set of red rims on it but she liked the pink. And we all know if momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!!
