bike riding

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And in that summer we seemed infinite Hair streaming behind us as we flew Down the neverending driveway Pebbles skidding out of the way Of our whirling wheels Shoelaces flapping against the spokes
I used to practice riding My two-wheeled chariot of blue metal  With flames on either side, Its rubber handlebars steering me— And sometimes, my mom pushing me—
Some people ride their bikes for fun, others in a race Others, so that they can lose their friend around their waist Many people own bicycles, all around the nation
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