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My dad used to ride, but stopped the day he was on his way home from the grocery store with a watermelon strapped to the back of his bike and got into an accident. As he was laying the bike down on the road, he turned in time to see the watermelon tumble off and explode under the tires of a passing semi. The bike was sold the next day.
It has been my dream to ride (touring bike -- drool), but dad always said that if I get a bike he'll kill me before it does. Seeing the drivers around here, I'd hold him to it -- there's no way it is sane to ride in town around here.
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