I grew up on Detroit's upper East side. At that time we didn't ask mom & dad for a ride any where, we rode our bikes. Our parents gave us 4hrs for a bike ride before we had to be back on our block, so we would think of the longest most daring destinations possible. We would cruise at crazy speed for the longest periods of time before being worn out, "out of gas". Any time that some one would mention a bike ride to me or around me over the last 25yrs, I would just smile, and not just a smile…
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Posted on February 19, 2010 at 9:08pm — 2 Comments