The world looks different from the seat of a bicycle. Everything seems far more relaxed and there’s no hurrying if you don’t want to. Things just drift by, blending into color and you wonder why you never noticed the small things before.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2017/07/06/three-line-tales-week-75/ with thanks)
The Story Files 
My most treasured bike moment:
The flat cycle paths and clapping eyes on the windmill in Hilvarenbeek.
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Sounds great. It’s been ages since I last rode a bike!
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Time to have another go perhaps?
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Maybe. I use to love it as a child and have races with my brothers and dog.
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I thought it best to share the flip side of the coin and my worst cycle memory:
Biking along a towpath fast and nearly late for work, with my hair still slightly damp from the shower. Shaking my head to allow air into the hair and nearly going in the canal!!!
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Lols. Though I bet it wasn’t funny at the time!
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Used to cycle a lot few years back. Your post reminded me of those fun times. Time to dust the good old bicycle.
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Cool. I’m glad it did!
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