Last year before i quit my job and moved away. I rode my bicycle to work everyday. A 14 mile journey each day. I did this for 18 months, no matter what the weather, down some of the worst roads possible. So i was relieved to stop, and throw poor old Ethel (i named my bike) in the skip. However my mum stopped me and stored the rusty Ethel in her garage. Now i am staying with them for a few weeks, it makes me so happy to be able to ride my bike with nowhere to go.
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