At Lakeside I worry about the old geezers riding bikes--like me, but some in their 80s. While sitting on the porch this evening I saw an older man and teen going fishing, loaded up on their bicycles. Mama (or grandma, couldn't tell) was giving advice from the sidelines as the man wobbled past. Then the teen went kersplat in the street, really hard. People stopped, but he seemed OK. Mama helped him get back on, but the bike was toast. Last I saw him, he was walking it, carrying the fishing poles, tackle, back pack with food, etc. It's a rented bike. It's going to be an expensive fish dinner. Dad (or grandpa) was probably down at the lake by then wondering what happened because he didn't see him fall.
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