Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Flying By the Seat . . .
No, this isn't how I hurt my back, but as I stood there watching Eric mount our tandem on its new rack, I told him Vicki, my Pilates and physical rehab person who lives across the street, could look out her window and wonder what in the world I thought I was about to do. And, I do long to do it, too: zip along that nice trail on the Columbia or ride through those old tunnels on the Old Gorge Highway. . . .
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