The Christmas tree is behind me. I am holding onto the handle bars of my new Peugeot 10-speed bike. Frankly, I don't recall riding this bike much because South Gate, this being the early 70's, did not have bike riding trails. The side streets were narrow. The main streets too busy with traffic and no place to actually ride along them safely. But I had always wanted a really nice bike and bought this one.
I am wearing a fancy (rented) tuxedo because Mike was getting married that evening in Bell, and I was asked to be his best man.
I was still trying to get into the Coast Guard officer's training program because my scores for Air Force OTS were not good enough.
Although I would not know it at the time this picture was taken, this would be our last Christmas in South Gate. The year ahead would begin slowly but would eventually send me on the path I am still heavily influenced by today.
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