Spare the air – bike to work

My childhood 3-gear, all chrome, English racer was my transportation, my Indy car, my Saber Jet, and my rocket mission to the moon and to Mars.  I rode on city streets and sidewalks, in the forest preserve, to and from school and on my own Sunday drives/rides.  It was an early taste of freedom, independence and responsibility.  It was my exercise machine, my fantasy maker and my time capsule catapult.

That bike was certainly much more than a bike.

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