Melanie and I rode our bikes to the Cultural Center on 18th St., one day. I had told her that it had been a while since I had ridden a bike. We were going around and around in the parking lot and she had a quiet look of surprise on her face. At one point she told me that "I was doing a great job". It was a great day for a bike ride for the both of us.
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