Random rants and ruminations
My dad pedaled slowly and safely around the block, doing his best to reassure me that bikes are fun and they are not dangerous satan beasts that want all of my blood.
My Dad told me in 1958 that he'd buy me a ten speed as soon as the scabs on my knees healed. He died in 1992 without ever having to deliver. Mary Campbell
I miss many activities, but bike riding is near the top of the list.
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