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Without my grandfather, I might never have ridden. I remember riding with him as a young child, and he left me his bike when he died. The 'don't let the chance for this much fun pass you by' gene got me on it and riding. The better I got (and there's a long way to go in that regard), and the more I could lean, and the father from home I rode, the more hooked I was.
I love the adventure of being hundreds of miles from home on a bike. I love the fact that riding a bike well takes far more skill than driving a car, and not everyone is cut out for it. I love the sound of the engine under load ripping up a curvy mountain road. And I love the people with whom I share this wonderful sport.
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In the third century B.C. the Greek stoic philosopher Chrysippus died of laughter after giving his donkey wine, then seeing it attempt to feed on figs.
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