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SAVING GASOLINE

 

My extended family just
recently visited our house; they don’t make it here often, but when they do,
they come in style.  My mother and
sister-in-law drove here in a pickup truck, but Dad and brother Brent rode
their bicycles—from
Indiana.


We live in Pennsylvania.

 

My dad is 78 years old.

 

When they arrived in town, we
drove in and met them at the local ice cream place.  My brother told me to be sure not to bring
the truck, as Dad would want to throw his bike in the back!  And yes, that’s the first thing Dad said when
we pulled in:  “Where’s the truck?”


 

Actually, they’ve both done
a lot of biking.  In these later years of
his life, Dad has bicycled across the
US, and trekked across all four borders of the US as well.  I
imagine he’s seen many many things that I can only dream about.

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