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Indian summers keep coming and going. On a warm afternoon we haul out the old bike and all hop on for a spin. This little guy keeps getting bigger, there's no way around it, and once I put the bike away for the winter it'll likely be the last we'll ever do this. His knees hardly fit below the handlebars. He'll be too big next Spring.
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But loads of fun were had on that old thing, you can trust. And I'll miss it more than you can know.