Two Wheels

Bicycle riding: that taste of freedom!

How well I remember getting my first bicycle! I must have been seven or eight – before we moved when I entered third grade. It was in the summer at 241 Zuber Road, in Rochester, New York. A blue frame, heavy-duty street bike. No speeds, only coaster brakes, but indestructible.

Me? Not so much. A crash which ripped open the big toe on my right foot proved that.

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