Paso Robles: Melvins BikeMelvin Brandons sisters white bike. He was teaching me how to ride holding it, walking beside as it rolled down a little of the slope toward our house. He hadnt taught me about the brakes by the time I borrowed it to show off for my Aunt who was visiting. I rode from the top of the slope and had plenty of speed as I flew past the house around to the front where my folks and Aunt Clare were having drinks. Just as I called Look everybody! I had to choose between going into the street or hitting the tree which I did, slamming my little-boy crotch into the bike frame which sent me rolling, groaning, to the lawn and the comfort of nervous adults. Later I was pushing my scooter across the street when biking Melvin shouted Lookout! as he ran over me. I found my lower left canine in my hand and, feeling no pain, said thanks (losing teeth was still something new and there was money in it as well as pride) until some blood dropped in my hand too from the hole that tooth had made coming out through my lower lip. I ran home screaming (blood meant pain), unaware that my teeth would henceforth be misaligned.