2. How an Old Bike Tested My Patience and Empathy

I have memories of trying to learn how to ride my bike without training wheels. The bike I had was a marvelous blend of brown, mustard yellow, and more brown. Growing up in West Virginia you were either going up a hill or down a hill, so the concept of NOT using training wheels hauntedContinue reading “2. How an Old Bike Tested My Patience and Empathy”