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I am reminded of a funny scene from the July 4th holiday. In the morning, I rode with my younger daughter along the West Side bike path down to near the bottom and then back up. On the way up, there was a lot of special cross traffic in preparation for the fireworks show that night - everything from pallets of explosives for the show to food trucks for the spectators. As we stopped to allow one crossing, I turned to look at my daughter just as a man in full regalia with a glorious paunch crowning his yellow Pinarello fell over nearly on top of her, still attached to his bike. I asked if she had caused that, ready to apologize for her (she is still a kind of shaky rider and tends to wobble and veer when she slows down). She said she never touched him - he just stopped and fell over. I started laughing when he grumbled to his girlfriend/wife that the damn shoes are still stuck to the pedals.
I am reminded of a funny scene from the July 4th holiday. In the morning, I rode with my younger daughter along the West Side bike path down to near the bottom and then back up. On the way up, there was a lot of special cross traffic in preparation for the fireworks show that night - everything from pallets of explosives for the show to food trucks for the spectators. As we stopped to allow one crossing, I turned to look at my daughter just as a man in full regalia with a glorious paunch crowning his yellow Pinarello fell over nearly on top of her, still attached to his bike. I asked if she had caused that, ready to apologize for her (she is still a kind of shaky rider and tends to wobble and veer when she slows down). She said she never touched him - he just stopped and fell over. I started laughing when he grumbled to his girlfriend/wife that the damn shoes are still stuck to the pedals.
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