My Fourth of July started off with a ride on my new bike. I figured that it would be no problem to ride to the post office, a distance of about four miles away. The ride took me almost an hour.
I hadn't counted on a pretty stiff wind that slowed me down on the return trip. Plus, the bike is new and the person riding is old. Wow, it is really different to ride bike when you are sixty six years old, plus a bit.
My family says I will get used to riding again, but, they counseled, maybe it would be a good idea to start with something less than an eight mile ride. I agree with them, but, gee, I did get that letter mailed.
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