I jumped on my awesome 21 speed Schwinn, scored at my neighborhood junk store, and headed down to the River Trail.
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Taking some time to enjoy the beautiful view and incredible sunshine.

Riding along, I thought to myself, "This is so peaceful and happy! I think I have discovered 'my thing'.

Pandora Radio playing from my knapsack (Re-cycled vintage fabrics $20).
As I was riding merrily along, my brakes began to squeak. Note to self: On the way back to Hillcrest Cottage, drop by the local bike shop for a brake adjustment.
At the bike shop, one thing led to another...
... which ended in the bike man saying, "You haven't been riding this bike have you?"
"Well... kinda... why?"
"It is totally unsafe. The steering column is getting ready to snap in half. Do not ride this bike."
Condemned. My awesome bike was condemned.
The End.
Global Warming Celebration over.