Of Teenage Boys and Silver Black Phantom Bikes

The summer of 1977.

For various reasons, I spent as much time away from home as possible, most of which was at a friend’s house playing cards, swimming in his pool, and partaking in other wayward activities. The number of folks who hung out here varied, but five of us made up the core crew. The oldest, my friend’s brother, kept the bar stocked, and anoth…