Epiphany
Well-Known Member
Some trash bag stole my bike when I was a kid. My mom felt as though I needed to learn some kind of lesson so she wouldn't have anything to do with buying me another one. I was 9 years old. I had $50 that my grandmother gave me on the sly so along with a bucket full of change I had saved, was able to buy half a bike. A unicycle. I rode the shit out of that thing and still have it, 46 years later. Good times.Funny, Earl, my buds and I were serious unicycle riders as kids...we rode those things for miles and miles. :-)
But, you're right and I think it was actually SOFTER on the unicycle...man, talk about SHARP vertical movements...OUCH!
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