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This wonderful picture conjures up some good memories for me. When I was young, my bicycle was my independence. My friends and I loved riding them. The wind blew through our hair, we rode wheelies for distance, and we always skidded to a sideways stop for effect. We mostly rode 20" bikes, but the bike in this picture is from that same bygone era. The processing of the photo gives everything an appropriate antique feel. Of course, the newer looking lock is now needed to protect our independence. I appreciate the perspective, which makes me think of walking up to an old friend, ready to unleash its chains before we leave to seek our fortunes elsewhere. Thank you for the great capture and the memories. |
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