Pick your own

As a kid I would bike every where, both alone and with friends. One of the traditions we had was to bike to the store, in order to get ice cream. While the bike ride was fairly short from my house to the store the rout we took to get there made the trip quite memorable. In order to take as little time as possible we would cut through both a gated off dirt road and a small stretch of woods that were private property. Taking this path made us feel emboldened and free, even though the rules we were braking were in fact vary minor.

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