When we first passed him he didn't see the white guy on a bike with two kids, busy as he was mowing down 18-inch grass in the fields next to his house. On our way back, he stopped us to ask about the bike and we talked about his two dogs standing watch at on each side of the porch like jackals guarding the entrance to a pharaoh's tomb. We talked for awhile about dogs, and pheasants, and mowing acres of land one doesn't even own.

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This is now how we get home from the Saturday market. My wife became so envious of the popscycle that she went right out and bought a matching 1970 burgundy Schwinn breeze (one-speed). She had a big basket installed up front and a rack/child seat in the back. She took this photo on the way home.

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Okay, I don't want to write too much about the new bike and be all annoying about the new bike. But my God we've been having fun with it. I feel like a little kid. I think about it when I'm not in the room with it. When I am my wife catches me staring at it. So I have been restraining myself trying not to write about it. And that means writing about nothing at all.

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