Summary
In a backyard shed somewhere in southern Maine, there's an old- timey bicycle waxing nostalgic about the way things used to be.
He'll turn his rusted front wheel to his unappreciative teenage grandson - who in turn will roll his reflectors in annoyance - and reminisce about yesteryear.See the full content of this document
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Ride.
"Back in my day," he'll say, "we didn't have 15 gears to make it easier to get up hills. We had one! And we got by with one just fine!
"We didn't spend our weekends riding in the dirt and crashing into tre...See the full content of this document
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