
Riding my mountain bike today (with no hair and a helmet), I had a flashback of trying to be cool in the 1980s with my Schwinn ten-speed bike. In my tweens, all the cool, older kids could ride their ten speed bikes with no hands.

This was impressive, but what was more amazing is how they could pull their thick-bristled combs from the back of tight jeans and feather their hair while riding. I knew I wanted to be like these kids. It was just that I was a hundred pounds heavier, flat footed and without much talent of feathering my hair while riding with no hands on my handlebars. Instead, I ended up with scabbed knees and bruises. Still, I tried and that has to count for something, no?
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