1928 - Alderson High School - 1968



My Proud Invention

Barry Worrell 2008

While in the stages of my life where a tricycle to me was what car was to a teen, my aunt Evelyn had given me one that must have been made in the 1930s. I rode it constantly when we visited her, so she finally gave it to me. Not being in the greatest shape, the rubber handle grips were missing, the paint was coming off, and the tires were worn, but still very useable. It was a large tricycle by average standards with very large wheels. As you can see in the photo this kept my feet from the ground. I used to take it apart and put it back together just out of inquisitiveness. Noticing the fork of the front wheel could go into its collar of the body both ways, I put it in up side down. This of course, positioned the front wheel up in the air instead of on the ground. While in this particular state of assembly, I turned the whole assembly up side down without the seat attached. (see illustration below, left)

In this arrangement the only place to sit was between the forked frame and the rear axle. I couldn't use the regular seat so I took the round bottom of a bushel basket and attach it to the rear fork over the axel. Now I had an low, under-slung tricycle which was still very functional.  And function it did!

The speed doubled because of the extra torque I could apply by pulling against the handlebars. The center of gravity was so low and the stability was amazing, I became the terror of the sidewalks. At times I could almost keep up with bicycles. The only limit this thing seemed to have was the human element, me. One day flying around the corner at the bank, I almost ran over a lady and she complained to the town cop. He said if I didn't slow down he would take away my machine.

Me about 1945

My son 20 years later

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