Like most kids growing up in the 60s, I loved to ride my bike. It was the freedom to move. To travel unencumbered in the world. To see new places, away from the watchful eyes of our parents.
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Thank You, Mrs. O’Reilly
Why this trip? Why France? Why not some English-speaking nation, like England or Ireland that offer some equally wonderful riding experiences without the confusion of French?
Well Spoke'n 