Cool air on my head. It felt good. Gliding along on the wheels. The bike path ends at the bridge. I always ride up the last driveway to cross the bridge on the sidewalk. Take the previous driveway. It’s a change. There’ll be a little bit of exciting terrain on the boulevard, the grass, before the smooth sidewalk again.
A groove. A gap. A shoulder. A ledge. Sidewalk is higher than the grass. A very sharp shelf edge. It’s going to trap my wheels. Always wear your helmet, kids.
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