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I want to ride my bicycle; I want to ride it where I like. And therein lies the problem. My bicycle doesn't go anywhere.
I grew up with a bike. I remember learning to ride, wobbly wheeled when my dad let go and I was on my own. But in no time I was riding my bike up and down our lane by myself. I rode for hours. I liked racing along the roadside. I loved the kiss of the wind in my face.
Sondra Ashton
When I was 23, I was in a serious automobile wreck that shattered my knee. That was the end of my bike riding.
Three years ago I had knee replacement surgery. Physical therapy required that I ride...
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