“Biker Bob”, the stolen bicycle-riding mannequin that sat for years in front of Doswell’s Squashapenny Junction Antique Store, has shown up modeling vintage men’s wear for Cityfoundry.com.“Sorry for the abrupt exit, but It was time for me to move on,” says the bendable former athlete, who spent over a decade in the saddle outside of the antique store. “13 years on a bike was long enough. I longed to do something else with myself before wood rot set in.”
Suzanne Fleet, owner of Squashapenny Junction, says she is relieved Bob has been located, and harbors no ill feelings toward the wooden, plastic and resin co-worker. “Although I will miss decorating him for halloween this year.”
Bob says he looks forward to a lifetime of modeling vintage 1950s suits for various potential buyers, such as art students, poets, aspiring novelists and others still trapped in a semi-hip overly-sentimental rose-colored outlook of the Eisenhower-era cultural malaise known as the fifties. “The work is not hard, and something I truly enjoy,” he says through pursed lips, as he looks off into the future, his head cocked slightly at a jaunty angle. “I look forward to years of modeling work, even though my right arm seems to have disappeared in my travels.”
Bob offered no explanation how exactly he came to life, got off that bicycle and traveled all the way to Brooklyn, New York, but it is assumed that it was a horrific, gut-churning experience, worthy of the most terrifying writings of Lovecraft, Poe or King, and would have blinded in horror any poor soul unfortunate enough to have witnessed it.
