Fresh Donuts

I remember waking up at 5:00 in the morning when I was 8 years old and riding my bike half way across town to get my bundle of newspapers to deliver on my paper route. I picked the newspapers up at the Super Value grocery store across the street from a bus stop. The bus stop was the only thing opened that early in the morning in this small town. Every morning while loading my bicycle baskets up with newspapers, I could smell the intensely strong aroma of fresh baked donuts in the air. I would save my profits every week just to stop in and buy a fresh donut every morning. I will never forget that smell of fresh donuts in the early morning air. To this day, whenever I smell fresh donuts, it takes me back to those days.

Bicycles in those days had one single speed and to put on the brakes, you pedaled backwards enough to engage the axle brake. There were no hand brakes or multi-speed bikes. And the tires were fat and treaded- not skinny tires or knobby tires like nowadays. And the cool guys would turn their handle bars around facing the front so they looked like the horns of a bull.