Tag: bikes


We moved to Venice, CA, when we left the desert. On our second day in our new city, I saw a woman on a bike in the middle lane of traffic. She was probably in her sixties. One pant leg rolled to reveal blue and white striped knee socks, her curly gray hair secured in…

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Peddle Pushers

I learned to ride a bike when I was eleven. We lived in Bronxville, New York.  Santa brought me a burgundy Ross bike for Christmas.  My first real bike, and while I was excited about the idea of being a bike rider, the actual process eluded me.  I would sit and stare at my bike while thoughts of…

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