My Bike

Somehow or other, I’ve never quite outgrown my love of a bike.  I remember asking for a bike for my 6th birthday.  My parents obliged and then my Dad spent a weekend running alongside me, teaching me to ride it (no training wheels for me!).  Occasionally, he and I would ride our bikes together on weekends.  

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Wah bam!!

Today, after several years of becoming reacquainted with bike riding, it finally happened. I fell. I was actually heading towards the home stretch of my ride today, which happens to take me through a parking lot with speed bumps. I don’t like to take my bike over speed bumps so I cut the front tire to the right to avoid it…but I cut it a little too far.

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