Laugh In,
tricycle,
stop,
fall over
Sound familiar? Maybe not unless your old like me.
Sore wrist, skinned knee, just one more slow speed wreck to add to my growing list.
Blessing.....
I didn't get run over by a garbage truck, laying in the middle of Eskimo Hill Road still clipped into my pedals, because it was Sunday evening.
A crazy man, commuting by VRE train and bicycle, his escapades, wanderings, near misses and any other adventures that comes along.
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