Trial Run
To me a bicycle was balloon tires and baskets. You rode it to your friend’s house or maybe to school. I loved my bicycle; it was blue, a three-speed from Wards. When I met Karl, he had more than one bicycle and he raced. He wore funny clothes and a helmet. When I found out how much the equipment cost, I was horrified. I bought my bike for about $100.00 and I thought that was a lot of money. “Just try it,” he coaxed. “You can see for yourself what a racing bike is like. Even if you ride in jeans, you can tell the difference.” I wasn’t convinced, but I thought I would be nice and, what the heck, it was just a ride around the block. I hopped on. The seat needed some adjustment. The handlebar was down and it seemed a little strange, but ...
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