Suddenly I sensed more freedom and realized that my dad had let go of the bike.
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A Novel Sense of Balance
Bike Stories
I have no memory of learning to ride an actual bike.
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You Never Forget
They say you never forget how to ride—it is, after all, “just like riding a bicycle”.
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Boof
More of a "boof."
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Pedal Your Blues Away
When I was little, nobody offered to run along behind me to teach me to ride a bike. This is not so surprising.
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The Red Lemon
A summer love affair with a flimsy VW camper-bus.
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Them’s the Brakes. Or not.
The station had a resident mechanic, who proceeded to put the station wagon we were in on a lift. In time the problem was diagnosed. The necessary part(s) had to be delivered from another location and then installed. Sooner or later. Turned out to be later
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The Great Arkansas Freeze Plug Blow Out
I smelled the rubbery stink of an overheated engine.
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My Driving Record (Updated)
Maybe I should have subpoenaed my grandchildren as character witnesses?
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Flat/White/Heels
The incident that led me to ditch the skirt occurred in the mid-1980s as I was driving the Honda Accord home ...
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