My cousin, his girlfriend and I took Reuben's bike to the nearby bike store.
The first words out of the owner's mouth were "whose bike is this?"
He recognized the bike.
He knew it was Reuben's.
It touched my heart.
The bike fits me better now... seat's lower, pedals changed... I cycled back from the shop in less than 5 mins... the bike was so light and quiet.... it whirred along as it started to drizzle on me.
I smiled.
I felt at peace.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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