Wamin, France, '94?I think of those days often, when my shovel was my only transport and I could jump on it at (almost) a moment's notice and ride somewhere... anywhere. Stop when you're tired. Start riding again when you feel like it.
I wouldn't swap the experience of having children for anything, but the kind of freedom I had in those days has still been a high price to pay.
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After the divorce and all the kids have been arrested...it comes back!
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