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This is my bicycle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My bicycle is my best friend. It is my life. My bicycle, without me, is useless. Without my bicycle, I am useless. I must ride my bicycle true. I must ride straighter than the cars who are trying to kill me. I must pass them before they pass me. I will…
My bicycle and myself know that what counts on these streets is not the commuters we pass, the tracks we make, nor the destination. We know that it is the way we get there that counts. We will ride…
My bicycle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its accessories, its bars, its soul—its bottom bracket. I will ever lock it against the ravages of theft and vandalism as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my head against damage. I will keep my bicycle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will…
This is not my bicycle, but there are only a few like it... Tommasini with Columbus MS tubes
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miss reading your words.
like this one bunches
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