I started riding my bike again. After the winter we had the streets are broken up with potholes. I already bent the frame of my front wheel when a bottle shattered in the spokes. Glacial remnants still lurk in the shadows I ride past.
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I started riding my bike again. After the winter we had the streets are broken up with potholes. I already bent the frame of my front wheel when a bottle shattered in the spokes. Glacial remnants still lurk in the shadows I ride past.