"By George, here they came, atilting! Five hundred mailed and belted knights on bicycles!" MT

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"Everything is Bicycle"We descend the hill like a pack of wolves-elusive but not without sound-closing in the gaps and planning our next attack. What is it that we hunt for all this time? We chase these hills every day. This is second nature to us, instinct even. We howl and holler and speak without words. Time no longer matters, neither does

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[vitamin_ala]

where is that picture of the "old clunker" taken lol!! i liked this a lot its very good