Today Que and I rode our bicyles around the neighborhood. It had been about 8 years for Que, and 20 years for me. It was just a short 20 minute ride. We saw one car the whole time.
I look forward to running errands this way, and riding down to the Tuesday and Sunday Farmer's market with Que. A few of you probably remember my freak bike accident in '87, which caused me to stop riding altogether. I was lucky, I guess, and recovered fine, despite my psychological barrier from speedy sports. A small, quiet town like El Big is the perfect place to finally get over it.
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