By James B. Revell
It’s rush hour: vehicles stream past my window. I catch glimpses of expressionless faces, probably concealing issues and concerns like my own…
…my two sons, one severely learning-disabled; a pregnant daughter; and two grand-daughters who live far away. Oh yes, and my wife: although we get by, she’s sometimes unbelievably cantankerous.
When I went to University I was considered an academic high-flyer; I was also Sports Captain at school. I’ve had little to brag about since. These days my responsibilities weigh me down, but when I get on my exercise bike, and later check my stats, I’m bloody proud of myself!
The story makes it sound as if someone needed a real bike earlier in life in order to discover the right path then ride like away like a wild wind.
Being somewhat of an “old-timer” myself, I can fully equate to this story. Liked it–a LOT!
Thank you for your kind words, Bobby.
Best wishes,
Jim R.