All the specialized bikes and speeding cyclists out there make it easy to be intimidated by just the idea of getting on a bicycle. Don’t be. Summers in West Virginia my brother and I would take off on our bicycles for long rides around the county. Sweating and swearing, we’d push our 3-speed English racers up one endless hill after another. No one had ten-speed bikes back then. Or clipless pedals. Heck, if toe-clips were around we had no idea. I'd ride barefoot on my rubber pedals.
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