biked fourteen miles out
my bicycle wailed and groaned
biked back t-i-m-i-d-ly
Marie Elena
(Rode the bike path from Nelsonville to Athens. My poor bike began clunking [LOUDLY], and we still had about 12 miles to go before we'd be back to our truck. Scary, but it made it. Keith thinks it might be the drive mechanism. Yikes!)
Are you sure it was the bicycle? I tend to wail and groan after a while. A sweet montage of work around Hocking Hills. Very nice.
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