There’s something about riding a bicycle that brings to mind total freedom. One of my earliest memories is; when my Dad took the training wheels off my first two-wheeler. I remember riding around the block, all by myself. Maybe the memory is really in my imagination, but I still get a thrill when I think about the very first sip of freedom.
I watched a recently that told an amazing story of first freedoms. is a Computer Science professor who loves mountain biking. His regular route takes him past a prison for juvenile offenders. On a whim, he went to the warden and suggested he start a mountain biking club with some of the inmates.
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