As a boy, I rode a bicycle all over Evergreen, Alabama. I could go anywhere, though a few places (particularly the “black sections”) created a bit of anxiety on occasion. The only restriction my parents imposed was that I not ride after dark, for the bike had no fenders (and thus no lights or reflectors of any kind). It was not unusual for me to ride across town to visit a friend and cover several miles at a time. The sturdy bike’s large, knobby, heavy-duty tires made every terrain accessible in an era before anyone used the designation “trail bike.”
Granade, S. Ray, "First Cotton" (2009). Creative Works. 6.