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I have an ongoing dialogue with buddies who ride bicycles. They talk about being a “biker.” I say, “ha! I am a biker… you are a bicyclist. There is a difference between riding a BIKE and a toy!”<\/p>\nI have an ongoing dialogue with buddies who ride bicycles. They talk about being a “biker.” I say, “ha! I am a biker… you are a bicyclist. There is a difference between riding a BIKE and a toy!”<\/p>\n
This banter continues among and with my die-hard bicycle-riding friends.<\/p>\n
However, as an example of good sportsmanship with my twin great nephews, I did not quibble words when they asked me to…
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\n…”ride bikes” with them. <\/p>\n
Here we are “riding bikes” on Sunday when I visited them (see below).<\/p>\n
This was a great relief and lots of fun, which I needed for my own mental health. I had spent a very intense and difficult two days in Pittsburgh at my mother-in-law’s house while making some more arrangements for comfortable in-home care. She doesn’t want it, but she cannot take care of herself any more. Sad situation.<\/p>\n
Anyway, back to happier family times… okay, boys, “let’s ride bikes!”<\/p>\n
Life is short: show your family how you love them.![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/08\/Ridebikes2.jpg?resize=584%2C252\")
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I have an ongoing dialogue with buddies who ride bicycles. They talk about being a “biker.” I say, “ha! I am a biker… you are a bicyclist. There is a difference between riding a BIKE and a toy!” This banter … Continue reading