A blog about riding bikes in Alaska
It's a nice picture. But all I can think about is she's going to fall off that bike when whatever it is she's wearing gets wrapped around the chain.
That poem isn't the way I learned to ride a bike. Mine involved no parents, a hill, lots of gravel and blood and scars I still have to this day. Thanks for bringing up memories - I think I may now start to have post-traumatic stress disorder - naw.
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It's a nice picture. But all I can think about is she's going to fall off that bike when whatever it is she's wearing gets wrapped around the chain.
That poem isn't the way I learned to ride a bike. Mine involved no parents, a hill, lots of gravel and blood and scars I still have to this day. Thanks for bringing up memories - I think I may now start to have post-traumatic stress disorder - naw.
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