I'm gonna buy ten kids a bicycle for Christmas. Details in a moment ... but let me tell you why
I'm doing this.
I think I was about 14 or 15 years old when this fateful
Christmas came to pass. I woke up
Christmas morning and rushed into the living room, there to find two brand-new
shiny 10-speed bicycles. Now these
10-speeds were something new back then.
To have a 10-speed was to be one of the most bitchin' kids on the block
... and there they were! Two of them under
the tree!
I immediately recognized that something wasn't quite right.
Two brand-spanking new 10-speeds, and three kids. One of us was going to get screwed. One of us wasn't getting a 10-speed. ... and I
had no doubt who that someone would be.
It was then that I noticed an old black bicycle sitting to the side of
the room. It was a 3-speed with the
shifter on the handlebars. Not
cool. The paint was old and faded, the
tires worn. How in the world did Santa
belch out this wreck along with those two 10-speeds? Surely this must be some sort of a huge
mistake.
Well .. you know exactly where this is going. My brother and sister were the proud owners
of the new 10-speeds, and the sad old wreck was mine. Devastation!
I couldn't believe it! I don't
think I rode that bike three times max ... and the last time I rode it I
"accidently" left it somewhere where it was sure to be stolen. It was such a sad looking bicycle that I
think it is probably still right there where I left it.
So ... sometime in the next week or so I'm going to go out and
buy ten brand new bicycles. I already
have mine (a Trek Pilot) so I'm going to give these away. I need to find 10 kids who aren't looking
forward to all that much on Christmas morning, and I'm asking you to be my
elves. Logistics demand that we have to
limit ourselves to the Atlanta
area. I'm not shipping a bicycle to San Francisco. So if you know a young curtain climber who is
facing a glum Christmas perhaps you can send us some of the details. Click
here to send an email to the Boortz show. Tell us about the child .. and
give us the necessary contact information for his or her parents. We're going to get thousands of emails here ...
and poor Cristina and Web Guy are going to have to go through them, verify and
choose. We'll try to get some pictures
and let you know how this works out.