That Old Bike


I’ve been dreaming of flying again in a new way. But until then there’s a nice, seldom used mountain bike sitting in my garage. Maybe I should get a little more saddle time. Take it easy. Get some thrills. But minimize costs and risks.

But at my age and skill level, I’ll be leaping inches into the air while riding that mountain bike in Florida’s flat sand.


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