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Nice job on the bike Tweeze! I remember my first bike. Little mini Schwinn, hard rubber tires and my pops tellin my Mom "He doesn't need training wheels". Next memory of that bike that stands out is turning too quickly at a high rate of speed and planting myself into Illinois August Asphalt. You know the kind with all the little bubbly tar balls? Knocked the wind out of myself and laid there in that hot tar for what seemed like forever, making fish puckering sounds.... Of course it was summer and all I had on was a pair of shorts...
Good times!
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Harmlessly passing gas in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain smell in the air
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