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I wondered briefly why I'd never heard of such a thing...and then I remembered the morass of shouting, crying, gravel, and blood stains on my clothes that characterized my (failed miserably) attempts to learn to ride a bicycle. I still have the scar from stripping one kneecap to the bone on a gravel shoulder in one of the worst falls. Guess that's what happens when your balance is never right...
But headbadges look like an AWESOME thing to collect.
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