A bit worse for wear and the storage wasn't ideal...
I enjoy my morning bike-rides around town, the bike is so quiet, the only sound is the humming of my tires, oh and the occasional shriek of a pedestrian when I go by them... it's a little like a hot air balloon, you can hear snippets of conversations, you see parts of the town most locals don't really see. You notice things about the city, where the appliance repairman lives, the different places his truck ends up...hopefully work related.. and the bike trails. Ladies mostly, jogging or walking around them.
Well, here is Gramps' car. Almost didn't recognize it at first. It's holding up a creek bank along the bike path.
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