Mr. Rellim has needed a big-boy bicycle for some time, but we have had other items to replace - a lawn mower that was spewing gasoline, for instance. Call it luck, karma, fortuitous circumstance, a God Thing or whatever - but guess what we found in a neighbor's trash last week? You got it! a Mike-sized bike needing only minor repairs. So . . . the seat has seen better days . . . big deal . . . nothing a little duct tape can't handle. And the flat tire was just that - flat! - not damaged. As we took it out for a test spin last night, I imagined that young man neighbor staring a bit longer than necessary. The kids call it a hobo bike, but that is all just part of the charm.
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