You know what they say about never forgetting how to ride a bike? It’s a lie. I used to ride my bike everywhere I went. Once I got to high school and learned to drive, my bike sat in my parent’s garage and collected dust. Recently (10 years later) I rode it again, and I am as wobbly as a baby giraffe learning to walk. Maybe I can get training wheels…Ok, I’m not that wobbly. I need to build up some butt callouses or something. That bike seat isn’t nearly as comfortable as I remember.
Let’s Go Ride a Bike
September 16th, 2009
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