tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post5330708536945426823..comments2023-10-23T10:25:33.512-07:00Comments on RIDDEN: Day Twenty (Commute Day Eleven)Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-30381552207898998092008-11-11T22:58:00.000-08:002008-11-11T22:58:00.000-08:00Interesting to know.Interesting to know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-74553848982358234212008-09-05T10:09:00.000-07:002008-09-05T10:09:00.000-07:00Yes, she was right. However, in my case, my brothe...Yes, she was right. <BR/>However, in my case, my brothers and I proceeded to take our bikes out to the cul-de-sac. One person would stand in the middle with a big red 4-square ball / dodgeball while the rest of us would ride in circles around the dead-end. I, on my all blue with matching blue tires, seat and grip, 10-speed Schwinn, pedaling furiously in 7th gear (my favorite gear). The person with the ball would try to knock us off our bikes. Good times, good times. It added the phrase "and don't hurt each other" to the end of most of my mom's exclamations.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com