Dear Diary:
A motorcycle story from 1963.
I wanted to make a chandelier from a wagon wheel. The problem was finding a wagon wheel.
I was driving my motorcycle and I saw a man driving a horse cart. I asked if he knew where I could get a wagon wheel. He said to follow him and we went to his stable in East Harlem, about 110th Street near the East River. So I gave him $10 and took the wheel.
It was two and half feet in diameter with an iron rim and hub, and weighed over 75 pounds. I strapped it to the rack of my motorcycle and drove off. You can imagine it was pretty large and heavy, balanced on the back.
As I was driving home, a cabby pulled up next to me and said, “Hey buddy, got a spare?â€
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